"Remember you... break promise... kill you," the indistinct black figure stammered, a trace of menace appearing in its scarlet eyes.
"You and I are one now. As long as we can open the treasure vault tomorrow, none of that will be a problem," the old monk replied with a smile.
"Tomorrow... before... failed," the indistinct black figure said again.
"We did indeed fail before, but this time we absolutely will not.
"Judging by the time that has passed, this little monk should be High Person Jialan's final reincarnation. After all, that tiny remnant of his true spirit would steadily wear away over such a long wait.
"In that case, together with me and the other reincarnations, we should be able to gather most of High Person Jialan's true spirit aura," the old monk said slowly.
"Last... chance," the indistinct black figure said, bloody light flashing repeatedly in its eyes.
"Yes, this is naturally our last chance as well. Although this human puppet body can be replaced, it has nearly reached its limit.
"The same goes for you. If you still cannot recover your Demon Core after all this time, you must be on the verge of vanishing into dust and smoke, too," the old monk said lightly. Before the indistinct black figure could respond, he continued:
"Fortunately, that boy called Kang Wuhen has already used essence blood and a secret art to temporarily refine the spirit soul auras of the other reincarnations into himself. If it still does not work tomorrow, we can simply offer this little monk as a blood sacrifice. Our chance of success should be at least seventy percent. That is enough for us to stake everything on," the old monk replied calmly.
"Good... wait... tomorrow..." The indistinct black figure nodded, then merely took one step backward