"Just look at you, child. You've made this old man go to such lengths. If you were anyone else, I'm afraid even getting hold of you would have been no easy task, would it?" The ghost cultivator sneered, then glanced at the Soul Urn on me. He stretched out a hand, and a beam of light snatched away the Soul Urn containing Nunu. "Zinu, you're still far too mischievous. I suppose I've spoiled you too much all these years?"
Nunu shook her head, her large eyes filled with terror, but she could only let him take the Soul Urn away. She couldn't move a muscle!
My face went deathly pale. This ghost cultivator was simply too powerful—far beyond anything I could deal with right now! Yet after taking Nunu's Soul Urn, he seemed completely unconcerned about the Soul Urns of the three brothers. He drifted away from before me, and with a sweep of his black robe, released me from his control. Updated fastest.
"I heard from Li Daoxian that as long as you control someone with even the slightest connection to you, you can control the person himself. As luck would have it, you probably don't know anyone here very well, do you? Since Zinu is so close to you, I imagine you've already formed some friendship. Surely you won't refuse to save her, will you?" The ghost cultivator seemed to have read my every thought. He had no intention of controlling me—instead, he was using Nunu to threaten me!
"Shameless!" I spat, rolled my shoulders, and looked toward Li Xiangru with killing intent on my face.
Li Xiangru gave an awkward smile. "Fellow Daoist Xia, there's a cause for every debt and a debtor for every grievance. You can't blame me for this. If I were in your