Setting a Trap

Li Ziran stared intently at Anfuni—or rather, he watched every flicker of expression on her face.

Her pupils dilated in surprise; her lips pressed together as though she were thinking deeply. Finally, her eyes blinked sideways, carrying unmistakable resolve and anger.

Li Ziran was no master at reading expressions, but that final instant was something only a gambler staking everything on a single throw could reveal.

Shadow Elder had taken the bait.

The Abyss Wraith could be called the core secret behind Sandrew breaking free of the Shadow Society's control. Li Ziran would not reveal everything; he was merely probing to see what sort of soul had been planted beneath this shell.

Half a minute later, the surprise and curiosity on Shadow Elder's face faded. In a soft, delicate voice like a girl's, he asked, "What kind of ghost?"

Li Ziran shook his head as though confused. "I don't know. Sandrew kept it highly confidential and only had me handle the Embryo's development. I have no idea what it really was. It seemed able to devour mental power, though. But I saw it once—it was slimy, like a tadpole. The moment its cultivation succeeded, it bit off a huge chunk of my mental power."

He had already carefully conceived those words in his mind. He could not release all the information about the Abyss Wraith.

This was fishing—and taming a hawk. It required patience and skill.

He had to place Shadow Elder's cunning on a sufficiently high pedestal. One small slip on his part could expose a flaw and send this soul fleeing far away. At the same time, he had to underestimate the other side's patience.

This person would not relentlessly pursue a single topic. Just like the Elemental Embryos earlier: Li Ziran had only said a few words,