Listening to Ning Wei, Xiao Mo lowered his head, an indescribable look flashing through his eyes.
"Big Brother Xiao."
Seeing Xiao Mo's silence, Ning Wei worriedly tugged at his sleeve.
"I'm fine." Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head.
When Xiao Mo learned that Ning Wei could see the Blood Fiend Qi in Maple Leaf City's formation, he knew her cultivation talent was truly extraordinary, surpassing that of ordinary people with Yin Yang Eyes.
After all, most people with Yin Yang Eyes could only see a few souls. There was no way they could see the Blood Fiend Qi in Maple Leaf City.
If Wangchuan Sect knew Ning Wei's Yin Yang Eyes were this remarkable, they would have taken far more drastic action long ago.
Who would have thought that Ning Wei's Yin Yang Eyes could not only see the Blood Fiend Qi in the formation, but even the Remnant soul of his third brother, who had been dead for many years?
For an ordinary person who had never set foot on the path of cultivation to see the Remnant soul refined by a Cave Mansion Realm cultivator was an exceedingly rare thing.
But now, Xiao Mo had little interest in exploring the extent of Ning Wei's talent.
For an ordinary person like Ning Wei to see his third brother's soul, one other condition had to be met: the Remnant soul needed to possess enough resentment.
His third brother's resentment ran deep, his hatred profound. He had died with a heavy grievance.
So when his third brother saw him, even though the Remnant soul had no consciousness, his subconscious still yearned to see Xiao Mo, still wanted to say something to him.
"Third Brother."
Remembering the boy from his childhood, who shouldered everything himself, afraid even the slightest burden might