Fear in Feng Zaixing, Why the Demon Empress Had to Die, and a Minister Who Knew When to Yield

When Yuan En Yehui and Na'er returned to the outskirts of the Extreme North with an urn containing the Ghost Emperor's ashes, they saw the Demon Empress's remains being frozen and sealed for transport elsewhere.

A strange Soul Bone wreathed in purple light and sinister energy floated before Feng Zaixing. He looked at it with undisguised distaste.

"With this much sinister energy, any ordinary Soul Master who absorbed it would probably die with their brains bursting out."

Muttering under his breath, Feng Zaixing tossed it to Lan Fozi, who had been craning her neck and watching it eagerly for some time.

"Stop staring. It's yours. Do you Deep Sea Demon Whales all like hiding your souls in Soul Bones?"

Feng Zaixing sent her a quiet Telepathic Message: "I'll keep the Demon Empress's soul until this operation is over. Once we return to Ming Capital, I'll destroy her soul. You'll have a few days to say goodbye."

Lan Fozi lifted her head and blinked her bright, watery eyes. Her little face fell. "Boss, can't you give me more time?"

Feng Zaixing's expression remained calm. "If she has any last wishes to pass on, a few words will do. Or would you rather I shorten the time?"

"Judging by the way you two talk, I don't think you and your mother are particularly close. What I mean is, your mother seems inclined to turn against even her own family now."

He paused as though pondering it at length. "Hmm. If you speak to her now, I think she'll blame everything on you. I deeply sympathize with your father, who was killed by Tang San while he was sleeping peacefully at home, and I understand that what happened changed her."

"If she hadn't joined the Holy Spirit Cult and attacked the Federation's people,