Chang Le had already approached with light, graceful steps. Her smiling eyes watched him quietly, as though waiting for Chu Mo's answer.
As his thoughts raced, Chu Mo suddenly realized he could speak again, and that the will compelling him to reveal everything candidly had released him. After a moment of silence, he said cautiously, "This disciple's cultivation is shallow. I fear I cannot shoulder this task. Nor do I know where to begin searching."
"Your cultivation is shallow?"
Chang Le chuckled. "That is no concern of mine. But for you to attain three divine abilities in such a short time... that Heavenly Register Realm hardly seems like a world devoid of spiritual power."
Her tone was certain, as though she had already confirmed it beyond doubt.
She tilted her head slightly, her smiling eyes finally settling on Chu Mo's face, as though savoring every change in his expression. "Or... would you like to try another form of punishment?"
An eerie silence fell over the hall.
Chu Mo's thoughts raced. Looking into those eyes that seemed able to see straight through the human heart, he understood.
She surely knew that True Lord Xuan Cheng was the one who had taken Lady Red Phoenix. But why waste effort contending with a fellow Nascent Soul? Wasn't it far easier to keep a Golden Core disciple under her thumb?
Perhaps she had other designs on Xuan Cheng, but right now, Chu Mo was indeed a fish on her chopping block.
After a long while, he said slowly, "What would you have me do, True Lord?"
The corners of Chang Le's lips lifted slightly. "Bring back an Origin Spirit," she said softly.
Chu Mo's throat shifted. "This disciple's strength is meager. I fear I cannot contend with an Origin Spirit."
"No matter." Chang Le's