That night's meeting ended a little later than usual.
When Wang Yan closed the last few pages of his tactical notes, Xue Lingyun walked over and said in a low voice, "Teacher Wang, that Soul-Devouring Engraving Knife—the class-four Storage Soul Tool can't hold out much longer. Three days at most."
"I plan to deal with it in my room tonight. Please let the floor guards know not to let anyone near my door."
Wang Yan's expression shifted, but he did not try to persuade him. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Are you sure?"
Xue Lingyun nodded and did not explain further.
Looking at his expression, Wang Yan ultimately did not press him. He only said, "All right. I'll tell the guards," then stood and left.
Huo Yuhao stood by the doorway for a while, looking at Xue Lingyun's back. His brows furrowed, but he did not follow.
After returning to his guest room, Xue Lingyun first sat by the bed for a while.
He sensed the night outside and ran Huangji Jingshi through his mind once.
The positions of the stars tonight and the flow of qi all pointed to the same conclusion: now was the best time to purify the carving knife.
That feeling was not some sudden whim. It was connected to Electrolux's awakened state.
He went over that judgment in his head, and only after confirming there was no mistake did he take out the knife from the Storage Soul Tool and place it on the desk.
He was just about to stir his Soul Power to test it when his door was lightly knocked three times.
When he opened the door, Huo Yuhao stood outside, his expression a little hesitant. "Big Brother Xue, I still don't feel at ease..."
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