Master Roland's soul floated in midair, staring blankly at the familiar face before him.
The contours of those brows and eyes clearly belonged to Lin Tianshang, the disciple he valued most. Yet the instinctive warning rising from the depths of his soul screamed madly, telling him that the person before him was absolutely not the disciple he knew.
"Tianshang? Why are you here... No! You're not Tianshang at all!"
The next moment, he suddenly came to his senses, and his murky soul phantom shook violently.
A father knew his son best, and the same applied to master and disciple. He had taught Lin Tianshang for so many years that he knew every bit of the boy's talent in soul tools. At most, he could barely touch the threshold of a high-level Soul Engineer. There was no way he could possess such terrifying power, casually imprisoning and manipulating his complete soul.
"Master Roland, don't be nervous. I mean you no harm."
Lin Ya smiled, his relaxed expression entirely non-threatening. "I merely came to ask you a question—are you willing to come with me?"
"Come with you? What do you mean by that?" Roland's soul mist abruptly stiffened, his phantom swaying in utter confusion.
I'm already dead. How am I supposed to go with you?
Lin Ya did not explain directly. He merely raised a hand and pointed to Roland's lifeless, shattered, stiff corpse below.
The next instant, the spiritual light of Twin Hands and the radiance of Creation Divine Power surged from his palms at the same time, and the two forces gently enveloped the body on the ground.
In just a few breaths, the corpse's gray-white skin and horrific wounds visibly healed completely. Its complexion even took on the faint flush of someone peacefully asleep. If not for the lack