Of course, he was not looking with his naked eyes. Standing before him was merely a beautiful, timid young lady from a wealthy family.
But he could sense that her aura was not particularly strong—only around the Spirit Terrace Realm.
"Lord of Souls? It seems things haven't been going too well for you," Tang Changsheng said, raising an eyebrow.
"Isn't that your fault? You summoned us away from our own world..." the one who called himself the Lord of Souls said bitterly.
Of all the remnants of the Purple Dusk Heavenly Court Tang Changsheng had encountered, this was the only one he could actually talk to.
Tang Changsheng had many questions to ask and just as many mysteries to unravel. He had glimpsed the tip of the iceberg that was the Eastern Flower Heavenly Court, but the Purple Dusk Heavenly Court remained shrouded in mist.
Even in the Eastern Glory World, people avoided speaking of the Purple Dusk Heavenly Court. What sort of power was it? Was it a place where Evil Gods gathered?
Why did none of the Purple Dusk Heavenly Court's remnants Tang Changsheng had met seem like decent sorts?
These were things Tang Changsheng might have found difficult to learn in the Eastern Glory World, even if he became a Yang Spirit True Person.
After all, the Eastern Glory World kept knowledge far too tightly locked away from Rogue Cultivators!
And so Tang Changsheng's gaze burned as he looked at Gasladin, as though he had found a priceless treasure.
That look made even Gasladin uncomfortable. Usually, he was the one who looked at others that way.
Then Gasladin gave him a seductive smile and moved closer.
The ball continued around them. No one paid any attention to the two of them in the corner of the hall.