The Ancient One Hit a Wall

"Master, what have I done to deserve being remembered by you specifically? How about you just forget me? There can never be anything between us."

"?????" The Ancient One.

"No, look, I was so scared I misspoke. What I meant was, I'm just a nobody, not someone famous enough to reach your ears."

Loren wore a miserable expression, groaning inwardly. Being noticed by the Sorcerer Supreme was no good thing.

The key was that his current strength was limited. He was no match for her at all, which made this even harder to handle.

"You're quite humorous, little fellow. But you don't need to be so afraid of me. I won't do anything to you. I'm merely a little curious about you."

As The Ancient One spoke, she suddenly took a swift step forward. In the blink of an eye, she had arrived before Loren.

Before Loren could react, she extended her right hand and struck his body with her palm.

Loren was startled. His body instinctively dodged backward, trying to avoid The Ancient One's palm strike.

Because he knew exactly what that strike represented. It was the Soul-Seizing Palm.

Once it hit him, his soul and body would immediately separate.

Then he would completely lose control of his body.

He was not afraid of losing control of his body. What he feared was that his soul would not match his flesh.

If The Ancient One saw that, his identity as a transmigrator would be confirmed on the spot. Then no amount of explanation would clear him.

Naturally, he absolutely did not want that to happen.

So no matter what happened today, he could not let The Ancient One's palm hit his body. That was what he silently told himself.

His expression turned grave as he lowered his body and