"What?" Yao Lao froze.
He said instinctively, "I haven't erased my Soul Mark, so of course it's still on the Bone Spirit Cold Flame."
The Soul Spirit Emperor looked faintly exasperated. "Yao Chen, do you think I can't distinguish your soul power?"
He reached toward the Bone Spirit Cold Flame and stopped less than ten meters away, silently reciting an incantation.
In the next instant, wisps of soul power flowed from his palm and formed a fishhook with a line attached.
The fishhook entered the Bone Spirit Cold Flame. The Soul Spirit Emperor tugged the line, pulling the hook free—and on it was an exceedingly faint Soul Mark.
Xiao Yan and Yao Lao sensed it at once. The soul aura was utterly unfamiliar to them both!
"There really is someone else's Soul Mark!" Both their faces darkened.
The Bone Spirit Cold Flame was Yao Lao's bonded Heavenly Flame. It had sustained his soul after his physical death and was his greatest reliance.
And now, someone else's Soul Mark was mixed into that reliance?
How dangerous was that?
When had the mark been left? Who had left it, and what were they plotting? They had to find out!
"Third Master, please find whoever owns this Soul Mark!" Killing intent flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes.
He would never spare anyone who had tampered with the Bone Spirit Cold Flame!
The Soul Spirit Emperor nodded. Soul power streamed from between his brows, forming a thread that connected to the mark. His expression shifted little by little, as though he had discovered something.
Yao Lao and Xiao Yan waited in silence, their faces grave.
After a while, the Soul Spirit Emperor opened his eyes and gave Yao Lao a peculiar look. Without saying a word, he closed them and continued his investigation.
Yao Lao