Bone Sky was as cold and composed as ever.
Soul fluctuations were a peculiar method of communication.
Neither side needed sound or language as a medium to communicate without barriers.
It was like extracting the intended meaning directly from one's own consciousness and sending it to the other party.
The information within the fluctuations also revealed the emotions of the soul and will.
Bone Sky's emotions were like a deep pool—utterly still and unfathomably profound.
Seeing that Zong Shen did not answer and instead conveyed a trace of confusion and hesitation, the rather perceptive Bone Sky added, "I do not wish to lie to you."
"In truth, I have not figured out how to face the outside world."
"Trapped here for so many years, I have long forgotten what it feels like for time to pass."
"No comparison, no one to communicate with, no goals I wish to pursue."
"When the mind is empty, time is empty as well."
Bone Sky sighed faintly, the meaning it conveyed carrying a philosophical air.
After pondering for a moment, Zong Shen ultimately made his decision.
"It's alright. I'm willing to respect your wishes."
He did not force the matter too much.
Although he had long regarded Bone Sky as the undead grand commander he had personally chosen for his forces.
This matter was, after all, somewhat one-sided.
Of course, he could choose to leave Bone Sky in this isolated space.
But there was no point in doing so.
Bone Sky had already spent over ten thousand years here. Whether it stayed a while longer or left sooner made little difference; that could not be used as leverage to make it change its mind.
Secondly, Bone Sky was a very special existence.
It had always remained pure and sincere—or rather, it had never possessed