The remnant soul of the Feng Clan's ancestor left in a terrible hurry. Never mind saying goodbye—it did not even leave behind a gift.
"Shows up whenever it wants, leaves whenever it wants. Terrible manners."
"Ptooey!"
Xiang Yuan saw it clearly. The remnant soul plunged headfirst into the encirclement of Glimmer and Flowing Shadow, where it was shredded by black and white light. It did not even have time to cry out before it was dead.
It had made its entrance with the air of a great shot, its oppressive presence overwhelming, yet it left in such a hasty, careless fashion.
Having lost his angel investor, Xiang Yuan blamed Glimmer and Flowing Shadow for killing too ruthlessly, not giving the Feng Clan ancestor's remnant soul a chance to change careers into a hard drive.
"That old mummy from a thousand years ago definitely had some good stuff. Now it's all gone!"
Xiang Yuan grumbled as he walked toward the stone seat. "That old mummy was really miserable. It slept for who knew how many years, woke up in a hurry to find a substitute, and yet among the four people present, not one had Feng Clan blood in their veins."
As he passed Feng Jiahe, Xiang Yuan was not paying attention and stepped on his face. Lowering his head and seeing the shoeprint on his left cheek, he immediately frowned.
This was a grandmaster of the Profound Insight stage. How could he be so disrespectful?
Xiang Yuan flipped him over and added another shoeprint to his right cheek.
Left and right were now symmetrical, a matching pair—good things came in twos. That was much more polite.
On the stone seat, the desiccated corpse was gaunt and withered, its skin and flesh clinging tightly to its bones in a particularly savage