The ink-black Blue Silver Grass vines curled slightly in midair. Their leaves trembled without cease, while dark red markings flowed back and forth across their stems.
Huo Yuhao stood still, his calm gaze resting on the quivering Blue Silver Grass. He did not raise his voice, but his words carried an unshakable resolve.
"You should understand. Once you choose a side, you have to pay the price."
A soft sigh sounded, as though drifting from the depths of nothingness.
As the sound spread, a faint figure slowly took shape at the heart of the Blue Silver Grass. It was A Zhu.
Her form was half solid and half insubstantial, its outlines barely visible. Most of her Soul Power was gone, and what remained was only enough to sustain this phantom. She could no longer launch any attack.
"I'm just... not willing to accept this!" A Zhu's phantom trembled. Bitter resentment surged in her eyes.
Huo Yuhao watched her calmly. He activated no Soul Skill, merely saying, "Do you have any other tricks? If not, you can remain imprisoned here forever."
A Zhu looked up at him, her gaze full of disbelief. "You're not going to kill me?"
From everything she had learned, Huo Yuhao had always been decisive in killing and never shown mercy to his enemies.
Yet the boy before her was nothing like the figure she remembered.
The Huo Yuhao before her still had the rawness of youth. He looked far younger than she had imagined.
"I'm only sparing you for now." Huo Yuhao's voice was flat, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
A Zhu gave a cold laugh. Her phantom shoulders shifted in mockery. "I never knew you were the sort of person who used other people's lives as threats."
"You didn't know. That doesn't mean I