"Xiao Ming, how did you know the name of this thing? And what is that stone in your arms?"
Feeling awkward inside, Dugu Bo stammered as he changed the subject, unwilling to further wound his fragile heart.
"How should I put this..." Chen Ming sorted out his words.
"If it's inconvenient, you don't have to say anything. Everyone has their secrets. I'm just a little curious." Thinking Chen Ming did not want to speak, Dugu Bo immediately explained himself.
"It's not inconvenient. There's no problem telling one of our own. I just don't know how to describe it."
"I have an inborn talent... I can sense extremely abstract things."
"They're neither material nor spiritual, but something deeper—something that cannot be described with words. It's a kind of talent related to spirituality."
"Spirituality?" Dugu Bo did not understand. He thought carefully about his impression of the word before tentatively speaking.
"You mean souls?" In this era, where Evil Soul Masters had nearly gone extinct, few people could personally witness such a form. Most could only infer the existence of souls through Martial Souls infused into soul masters and Soul Rings left behind after soul beasts died.
As an old hand who had traveled the world, Dugu Bo had indeed seen souls with his own eyes. He had encountered ghosts born for various reasons. Yet he himself had never gained any deep understanding of souls.
"Similar, but not the same. Even things without souls have spirituality. With what I know now, it's difficult to explain it with words."
"All right, Xiao Ming, you don't need to explain. I probably don't have that kind of talent." After taking who knew how many blows in a single day, Dugu Bo gave up on making himself suffer and began thinking about happier things.
"Since you