Control

"Mort... al..."

The hazy phantom transmitted such a fragmented message.

An Yang's eyes suddenly turned fierce as he abruptly turned to look toward the bedroom, only to discover that the Void Messenger had actually already extended its perception over there.

"Stop!"

"..."

With a swish, the Void Messenger withdrew its perceptive power, feeling somewhat fearful of him, but instead turned to reveal a confused emotion.

"You... care... about... her..."

"You'd better not mess around!"

"Strange..."

"What's so strange?"

"Aren't... you... scholars... all... un... concerned... with... mortals...?"

"I just don't want you messing around here."

"Why...?"

"No why!" An Yang gazed at this Void Messenger with a slightly warning look, flipping his hand over to reveal a black gemstone. "Soul Stone, your payment."

"Soul... Sto... ne..."

The Void Messenger fell silent, presumably pondering how An Yang had taken out this gemstone, but it also had self-awareness, knowing this already exceeded the level it could understand. Compared to that, this gemstone, which was extremely useful to it, was much more precious. "What... do you want me... to do...?"

"Help me control a few people. Simple, right?"

"What... kind... of... people...?"

"Mortals!"

"Mortals... Soul... Stone..."

This Void Messenger froze right in place, and after a moment, its perceptive power spread back toward the girl's bedroom again.

"Not her!" An Yang barked a halt at it once more!

The Void Messenger stopped speaking then. Matched with the flickering light and gloomy atmosphere in the living room at this moment, this distorted shadow facing a person made it all the more terrifying.

From its exposure to and understanding of scholars, this once extremely aggressive group never took mortals seriously and were always high and mighty. Even if a mortal had more power, in the eyes of a Tier 3 Scholar, they were just a short-lived