When Yao Lao opened his eyes, there was actually a faint redness deep in them.
"Where did you get this?"
Xiao Fan said, "The Black-Corner Region."
"He's dead?"
"Only this wisp is left."
Yao Lao stared fixedly at the jade bottle.
He wanted to laugh.
He wanted to curse.
He wanted to smash this remnant soul apart with one palm.
But the moment he truly saw Han Feng's remnant soul, he realized that even his hands were trembling.
The hatred was real.
So was the pain.
The deadliest thing in this world had never been an enemy's blade.
It was the treacherous disciple you raised yourself, turning back to stab you.
Xiao Fan set the jade bottle on the table.
"Nine-Turn Soul Nourishing Liquid, plus Han Feng's remnant soul."
"In exchange for the Bone Chilling Flame Origin."
Yao Lao was silent for a long time.
Xiao Yan could not help saying, "Teacher..."
Yao Lao raised a hand, stopping him.
Only the sound of the Bone Chilling Flame burning remained in the room.
After a long while, Yao Lao seemed to have aged greatly all at once.
He said in a low voice, "What you want is the Origin?"
"Yes."
"If you take the Origin away, this old man will only have remnant flame left."
"The Nine-Turn Soul Nourishing Liquid is enough to stabilize your soul."
Xiao Fan's voice was calm.
"Han Feng's remnant soul is yours too."
Yao Lao looked at him.
"You're not afraid this old man will take the goods and go back on his word?"
Xiao Fan said flatly, "You can try."
Yao Lao suddenly gave a laugh.
There was little ease in that laugh, only an indescribable exhaustion.
"The younger generation is truly formidable."
He looked at Xiao Yan.
"Boy Yan, remember today."
"Some trades aren't