Shi Yin raised his head and looked straight into Zhu Yao's eyes.
"Zhu Yao, strip off a wisp of your true spirit and give it to me."
"Pfft...!!"
Zhu Yao sprayed out the mouthful of tea she had just drunk.
Her eyes widened as she stared at Shi Yin as though he were insane, then looked at Yu Jiutian beside him, who looked equally ready to face death.
"Have you two fucking lost your minds?!"
Shi Yin remained calm. "Don't ask why. Give it to me."
Yu Jiutian stood beside him, his palms drenched in sweat.
Demanding an Imperial Lord's true spirit without offering any explanation... was far more absurd than it sounded.
Zhu Yao looked Shi Yin up and down, then glanced at Yu Jiutian, who stood with his head lowered and sweat covering his forehead.
A long silence passed.
"Heh."
Zhu Yao suddenly let out a derisive laugh.
Without asking a single unnecessary question, she raised her right hand and plunged it into the center of her forehead without hesitation!
"Ugh!"
With a muffled groan of pain, Zhu Yao's face instantly turned deathly pale.
She tore a ball of light burning with golden flames straight out of her divine soul!
Stripping away her true spirit hurt no less than being sliced to death, yet she did not let out another sound.
"Take it."
Zhu Yao tossed it to Shi Yin as casually as throwing away a worthless rock.
"You two had better know what you're doing."
She leaned back against her throne, weakly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and waved them away irritably. "Now that you've got it, get the hell out! Stop being an eyesore!"
Shi Yin cradled the scorching true spirit in both hands. Those hands, always as steady as a mountain, finally began