The others nearby stole glances at Song Wen as though he were an idiot.
Mao Cang in particular.
By now, bitter regret had long since filled his heart!
In the end, beauty had led him astray.
Had Xuan Li's beauty not bewitched him, he would never have agreed to her terms so readily.
Now, not only had Xuan Li shown him no warmth, he would remain under her thumb for a long time to come. If he failed to fulfill her demands, even his life would be in danger.
Under such circumstances, everyone else avoided Xuan Li like the plague, yet this "Jian Xiao" had actually delivered himself to her doorstep. His stupidity knew no bounds.
Could he have been bewitched by Xuan Li's beauty, just like me? At that thought, Mao Cang glanced sideways at Song Wen again.
Just then, Xuan Li turned her wrist, and a Jade Slip appeared between her long, fair fingertips.
"The eye technique is here. However, just like Mao Cang, you must first surrender a trace of your soul aura."
"Of course!" Song Wen wore an easy smile.
As Mao Cang had done earlier, he held two fingers together like a sword and lightly touched them to the space between his brows.
A wisp of grayish-white aura slowly emerged from between his brows.
Xuan Li glanced at the grayish-white aura without another word. She took out an empty Soul Lamp, guided the wisp into it, then tossed the Jade Slip to Song Wen.
"Thank you for bestowing this technique upon me, Dao Lord." Song Wen caught the Jade Slip and briefly examined it, his face lighting up with delight.
The soul aura he had surrendered was naturally not his own, but Cui Qiao's.
Song Wen continued, "Dao Lord, I dare to ask one more