"If you fear your disciple's soul thought will dissipate, I have a method to keep him unharmed, provided he is proven innocent."
At that moment, the Supreme Saint of Medicine also spoke slowly.
Her gaze was gentle and serene, seemingly untouched by dust. Her translucent, dark-green dress fluttered, resembling jade, yet also seeming to hold a clear, luminous vitality.
Hearing the Supreme Saint of Medicine's words, the Void Saint's expression grew even uglier. He knew that now she had spoken, he had no further excuse to refuse.
Under everyone's scrutiny, he knew that if he truly handed over the soul thought, and its surviving memories contained any part of this scheme, the Void Sacred Land's reputation would be dragged through the mud, its name utterly disgraced.
As his thoughts turned, a chill crept into his heart. His expression softened as he said, "Since the Medicine Saint has spoken, then let him..."
He took out the soul thought, but a strand of void power silently seeped out, seeking to destroy it.
Just then, heaven and earth seemed to tremble slightly. A vast power descended, intercepted that seeping void power, enveloped the soul thought, and pulled it high into the air.
The Void Saint's expression changed abruptly, and he looked at the Source Ancestor in shock and fury.
The Source Ancestor gave him a meaningful glance, then said with a smile, "Then let us ask the Medicine Saint to examine it."
The Void Saint felt his breathing constrict, his entire body trembling with rage. He had never expected the Source Ancestor to act so decisively, having already guessed his intentions.
If the Source Ancestor had merely turned a blind eye and let him quietly destroy it, he could have feigned regretful surprise and said that his disciple had lacked the good fortune