Ye Han frowned and looked toward the newcomer. A slender cultivator wearing a strange mask flew toward him.
The sight of the mask stirred something in Ye Han's mind. Strange as it was, he recognized at a glance that it had been fashioned after the Nethergod Devil Lord's face.
I haven't even reached the Yuwen Lineage yet, and the Nethergod Devil Lord already knows I'm back?
Clearly, he had still underestimated the power of the Nethergod Devil Lord's control over his divine soul.
Yet while he was inside the New Tower, he had never sensed the Nethergod Devil Lord's control over him. Clearly, that control was not without its flaws.
Until I'm strong enough, I'd better not resist this fellow...
Ye Han replied, "What can I do for you, Fellow Daoist?"
The newcomer gave Ye Han a long look, then glanced at the wary Yuwen Hong and Bafang Cailai beside him. Unconcerned, he said, "A fellow daoist asked me to deliver this to you!"
With that, the cultivator turned his palm over. A brocade box appeared in his hand, and he offered it to Ye Han.
Ye Han glanced at it and sensed nothing wrong with the brocade box. The man served the Nethergod Devil Lord. If the devil lord truly wanted to do anything to him, his control over Ye Han's divine soul alone would suffice. There was no need for any other method.
He wished the Divine Soul Fruit in the Purple Cauldron would grow a little faster, making his divine soul strong enough to escape the Nethergod Devil Lord's control. But that was not something that could happen in a year or even a few years.
At its current rate of growth, it would take at least several hundred years. Moreover, he could not do without Heavenly