"Senior Sister, have you been well these past few days?" Zhang Tie looked at Ma Aiyun and spoke calmly.
"I... I'm sorry!" Ma Aiyun did not quite dare meet Zhang Tie's eyes, and her words came out hesitant and faltering.
"It's all right. This isn't your fault," Zhang Tie said calmly. Even now, Zhang Tie did not blame Ma Aiyun much in his heart, because he knew she was a victim too. For a woman like Ma Aiyun, even if she was far more capable than those women who only stayed home serving their husbands and raising children, she was still far too weak before the mastermind behind the scenes—so weak that those people could easily have her completely in their grip.
"They... they said... in a few days, they'll let me see our child again..." At the mention of the child, a bright light bloomed in Ma Aiyun's eyes, and her face filled with longing.
At that moment, looking at Ma Aiyun, Zhang Tie finally became certain that she had indeed been mentally controlled. This was an extraordinarily brilliant secret art of mental control. Among the secret arts of the Blood Soul Temple, the only one capable of such an effect was the Soul Seed Secret Art. The Soul Seed Secret Art could silently influence a person's eight consciousnesses, turning them into slaves of the Soul Seed—smelling fragrance and calling it stench, smelling stench and calling it fragrance; seeing white and calling it black, seeing black and calling it white; obstinately acting on delusions, their hearts lost and minds clouded, hallucinations sprouting one after another; if told to live, they lived, and if told to die, they died. It was tyrannical beyond measure. Most crucially, those controlled by the Soul Seed did not believe that their actions and feelings