"Just one look?"
Li Hao clenched his fists.
He said with absolute conviction, "Old Ancestor, no. You'll live for a very, very long time."
The blurry figure merely smiled without answering.
Seeing this,
Li Hao said nothing more.
He untied a black cloth bag from his waist.
The bag was pitch-black, embroidered with strange runes in golden thread.
"Old Ancestor, get inside this first."
Li Hao held the cloth bag out before the blurry figure.
The blurry figure looked at the bag, curiosity appearing in his eyes.
"Child, what is this?"
Li Hao chuckled.
"This is a Soul Bag unique to my Li Family, a magical artifact specially used to contain Divine Souls."
"With it, Old Ancestor, you can stay safely inside without worrying about your Divine Soul dispersing."
The blurry figure nodded.
Just as he was about to enter the Soul Bag,
he suddenly paused again.
He looked at Li Hao, his tone somewhat hesitant. "Child, what do you usually use this Soul Bag for?"
Hearing this,
a brilliant smile spread across Li Hao's face.
"This? It's a tradition of our Li Family."
"After killing an enemy, we also collect their soul in the Soul Bag. First, it lets us pull up the weeds and dig out the roots, leaving no future trouble. Second, those souls can be put to use instead of wasted, letting them contribute to my Li Family."
"After all, everything should be put to its proper use."
Li Hao looked entirely matter-of-fact.
Hearing this,
the blurry figure froze.
His eyes were filled with shock.
"How are they put to use?"
Li Hao frowned.
"I'm not too sure either, but I've heard the clan members who refine Human Weapons mention something called a 'Living Vessel.' As for what exactly it is, I don't know."
"Human Weapons?