What Principles Matter

Luo Shuang, seated outside the carriage with him, watched Zhang Baidao's melancholy expression and frowned.

"Senior's soul seems to be incomplete..."

As an eighth-grade Great Apothecary, Luo Shuang was exceptionally sensitive to soul power. The faintly flickering soul power on Zhang Baidao's body was extremely strange; at the very least, in all her years of cultivation, she had never seen anyone so peculiar.

It felt as though an enormous seal had completely suppressed his strength. That power had originally been meant to wear him away, yet another formidable aura within Zhang Baidao had forcibly preserved his soul.

This made Zhang Baidao's soul appear incomplete. An ordinary person in such a state would have long since suffered the destruction of both soul and spirit, yet Zhang Baidao was still lively and kicking, and his strength was even slowly recovering.

Luo Shuang had never encountered that terrifying power before. Merely sensing it was enough to make even her, an eighth-grade alchemist, feel afraid.

Just who was this guy?

Thinking back to Zhang Baidao's performance outside the White Bone Contemplation Grotto, it was definitely not something a Spirit Transformation cultivator should have been capable of. Not to mention that Bai Yu treated him far too well...

Hearing Luo Shuang's words, Zhang Baidao first froze, then said with obvious displeasure.

"What do you mean, my soul is incomplete? I cultivated a heaven-reaching art. I'm in the middle of transformation!"

"You little girl, do you even know what it means to rise again after being driven into a dead end?"

Zhang Baidao held his head high and began making things up.

Luo Shuang said nothing further. Instead, she looked toward the inside of the Winter Moon-Chasing Carriage, where a fierce confrontation was currently underway.

"I won't brew it!"

"This kind of thing shouldn't exist in