The matter of the Six Fan Sect could wait until later, but for now, Su Xin had to prepare for a head-on clash with Shaolin Temple.
Moreover, judging from the news sent by the Seven Heroes Assembly, he could not shake the feeling that the Monster Race primordial spirit resembled Qingli.
So Su Xin summoned Qingli and told her everything.
Qingli frowned. "If that is the case, then that primordial spirit is without question one of my nine primordial spirits.
"However, something has clearly happened to it. It has weakened to a certain extent—so much so that it no longer possesses even a trace of power—and that is why it chose to attach itself to your sister's primordial spirit.
"And if that primordial spirit of mine had retained any power, it should have sent me a message the moment it appeared, rather than leaving me with only vague sensations like I have now."
"Can your primordial spirit be separated from Xin'er's?" Su Xin asked.
Qingli nodded. "Of course it can be separated. Once your sister cultivates to the Yang Spirit Realm and reaches the stage where her primordial spirit can manifest, she can naturally separate from my primordial spirit."
Su Xin frowned. "Is there no other way?"
Qingli shook her head. "No. Your sister voluntarily chose to merge with my primordial spirit, and the two are now one, coexisting as a whole. Forcibly separating them would harm your sister's primordial spirit as well, so there is practically no solution."
Su Xin let out a sigh. A battle with Shaolin Temple was unavoidable after all. But now, he had made up his mind—no matter what happened, nothing would change his plans.
"Old Huang, notify Gao Changqing and Li Huai. Gather the entire Northwest Army and Dark Guard. Our target is the