The little figure made of smoke grew increasingly bewildered, as though searching its memories. Suddenly, its expression twisted into a savage grimace.
There was no way to communicate with it. Han Qi glared at Song Yuan in anger.
Song Yuan felt worse than if he'd swallowed a mouthful of shit. He deeply regretted getting mixed up in this mess; now he was damned whether he acted like a man or a ghost.
Before this attempt to gather the spirit, he had warned Han Qi that the chances of success were extremely slim. He'd done so to lay the groundwork for absolving himself if they failed.
Now it seemed that, in the eyes of these powerful figures, there was no such thing as being absolved.
"Memories. To restore its memories, it needs images. Show it Snow Ridge—it's where it died. Its resentment and memories will be strongest there..."
Song Yuan didn't dare say, "I told you so," and could only offer a method he himself didn't know would work.
At his reminder, Han Qi immediately took action. He produced a Ruyi Pearl and activated its restriction. Light and shadow appeared, showing the scene of Han Bing's death during his negotiations with Plum Blossom Seven.
The image had originally been provided to the Ancestral Court by the Church Patriarch, who claimed Plum Blossom Seven had recorded Han Bing plotting to kill him on the spot, and had therefore activated a strange talisman to strike back.
That image had also been the root cause of the Ancestral Court suffering a huge, humiliating loss.
Song Yuan hadn't expected Han Bing to have obtained the image and carried it with him all this time.
As soon as the scene appeared, the little figure's eyes finally brightened. Suddenly, its form began to collapse. Han Qi had