Ye Bing glanced at Jiang Chao, who was writhing in agony, tightly bound by corpse-qi tentacles. Raising her hand, she tossed out the Jade Slip she held.
In her eyes, Song Wen, with his mere early Spirit Transformation cultivation, could stir up no wind or waves before her.
Song Wen caught the Jade Slip and briefly examined it. The intelligence within was remarkably comprehensive; Ye Bing's earlier claim that it was "exhaustively detailed" had not been an arrow shot without a target.
With the intelligence in hand, Song Wen unhesitatingly tossed Jiang Chao's soul and the Soul Bottle toward Ye Bing.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, this Soul Bottle can conceal fluctuations in a soul's power. Jiang Chao's soul has been imprisoned inside it for thirteen full years, and the Jiang Clan has never managed to track him down. I imagine it might prove useful to you, so I'll give it to you as well." Wary of her strength, Song Wen deliberately offered her this favor.
Ye Bing activated the Soul Bottle's restrictions and drew Jiang Chao's soul back inside.
"Then you have my thanks, fellow Daoist. Also, your reasons for seeking intelligence on Jiang Yushan are none of my concern, nor is whether he lives or dies. However, I hope you won't tell anyone else that I gathered this intelligence for you. I don't wish to become entangled in the grievances between you."
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Ye," Song Wen said. "I'm even less willing than you to let a third person learn of this."
Ye Bing showed not the slightest doubt at Song Wen's words.
She nodded, then abruptly moved, swiftly flying into the distance.
Song Wen watched her leave, only withdrawing his gaze once she had vanished completely.
With a flicker, Song Wen appeared on a bustling, prosperous street.