"Fellow Daoists, how much of what the Flood Dragon King said do you think we can trust?" Feng Zhongli asked, her voice somewhat heavy.
"It did not seem to be lying," Yuan Rong replied. "Besides, we can detain its soul. If even half a sentence it said proves false, or if it concealed anything, we can interrogate it further."
"For now, that is our only option."
Feng Zhongli changed the subject and asked again.
"The Flood Dragon King had originally intended to use the divine souls of several of us Great Ascension cultivators to melt the Dragon Breath Mysterious Ice. Where are we supposed to find living human souls?"
Neither Yuan Rong nor Song Wen answered her question. Instead, it reminded Song Wen of something, and he asked the Flood Dragon King.
"Where did you put Ji Yue's divine soul?"
"In a flesh pouch inside my physical body," said the Flood Dragon King.
Song Wen swept his divine sense into the Flood Dragon King's corpse and pulled out a flesh pouch as tall as a person, with white tissue and blood still clinging to it.
When the pouch was torn open, Ji Yue's divine soul was immediately revealed. However, fine strips of flesh had bound her tightly, leaving her unable to move.
Ji Yue's soul rolled her eyes, and the first person she saw was Song Wen.
She could not help but freeze slightly.
Then, she saw Feng Zhongli, Yuan Rong, and the unconscious Xuan Li.
Finally, she caught sight of the Flood Dragon King's soul and corpse.
At that moment, she seemed to understand something. Her eyes erupted with an immense longing to survive.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong, you killed the Flood Dragon King?!"
"Quick, save me..."
"Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong, so long as you take my divine soul