"You rat, where did you get the nerve to speak to this immortal in such a tone?" The remnant soul glared furiously.
"Heh—! This immortal?"
Song Wen sneered, his face brimming with disdain.
"I call you Senior only because you still have some use. Did you really think yourself high and mighty?"
"Impudent! This immortal is naturally of noble status. Release this immortal at once!" the remnant soul barked, his tone carrying an imperious arrogance.
Song Wen could not help feeling somewhat astonished.
This man's cultivation before his death had surely far surpassed his own. Could he truly not see the situation before him?
Could it be that only his consciousness had awakened, while his mind had yet to truly recover, leaving him somewhat muddle-headed?
Though Song Wen harbored doubts, he did not hesitate in the slightest.
Three streams of lustrous golden liquid immediately appeared before him.
As the remnant soul watched the golden liquid gradually take shape, the rage on his face instantly froze.
"Rat... Young friend, let us talk this over. Do not make a move."
Deep astonishment flashed through Song Wen's eyes as he looked at the remnant soul.
So the other party had not failed to see the situation at all—he had merely been playing the fool from the start!
Yet Song Wen did not dismiss the Golden Broth Curse.
Since he had already condensed it, he might as well let the other party have a taste.
Seeing that the three clumps of golden liquid showed no sign of dispersing and instead grew increasingly solid, the remnant soul hurriedly spoke again.
"Young friend, wait, wait... hear me out. Since you can cast the Golden Broth Curse, you must have deep ties to the Divine Blood Sect. I was once a Supreme Elder of the Divine Blood