"You brat, you actually made this old man expend so much effort. If you were anyone else, I'm afraid even catching you would have been incredibly difficult, wouldn't it?" The ghost cultivator sneered. He then glanced at the Soul Urn on my body and reached out. A streak of light seized the Soul Urn containing Nunu and dragged it over. "Zi Nu, you little rascal. 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, unable to move even a finger!
My face turned deathly pale. This ghost cultivator was simply too powerful, absolutely beyond anything I could deal with at present! Yet after taking Nunu's Soul Urn, he seemed completely unconcerned about the Soul Urns of the three brothers. He drifted away from in front of me, then swept his black robe and released me from his control.
"I heard from Li Daoxian that as long as you control someone with even the slightest connection to you, you can control you. As it happens, you probably don't know anyone here well, do you? Since Zi Nu is so close to you, she must have formed some friendship with you already. Surely you wouldn't refuse to save her, would you?" The ghost cultivator seemed to have seen through everything I was thinking. He had no intention of controlling me—instead, he was using Nunu to threaten me!
"Shameless!" I spat. I worked my muscles, and when I looked toward Li Xiangru, killing intent surfaced on my face.
Li Xiangru gave an awkward smile. "Fellow Daoist Xia, every grievance has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor. You can't blame me for this. If it had