Evil Emperor Soul Spirit

"Qiu'er needs to do what she has to do?"

Wang Dong'er let out a breath, then gave Ji Siyuan's shoulder a firm pat. "All right. Qiu'er made her choice, so we have to believe in her. You don't think she can't follow through on a decision she made herself, do you?"

Of course Ji Siyuan believed in Qiu'er. Like everyone else, he was just sad that she would be gone for a while.

He also understood that Dong'er was putting on a cheerful tone to comfort everyone.

He had known before the others, yet he was the one who needed comforting. All Ji Siyuan could do was sigh, steel himself, and get to work.

"Speaking of which, you bastard, didn't you say the Silver Dragon King gave you a Soul Bone? What level did it bring you to after you absorbed it?" Wang Dong'er did her best to steer the conversation away from Qiu'er's departure and lift the mood.

As for the Silver Dragon King herself, given her ties to the Snow Empress and Qiu'er, a measure of respect was enough.

Ji Siyuan nodded and revealed his Martial Soul. One purple, two black, and two red—the remaining four Soul Rings were all orange-gold.

"Level 94, almost 95. Qiu'er helping me absorb energy from the Dragon Tomb played a part too."

Ji Siyuan had gained some power in the Qiankun Valley of Love and Emotion and had already been close to level 90 then. In the Dragon Tomb, Qiu'er had helped him absorb some energy. That, together with the True Dragon Soul Bone, had brought him to his current level.

"So I need to go into seclusion for a while."

Unlike the others, the Second Soul Core he needed to form would, strictly speaking, be his third.

Uncle Tang wasn't here,