"What do you mean?"
Seeing He Pingsheng pin down the ten-thousand-year red spirit mandarin with his hand, the female Mahayana cultivator's expression immediately changed.
Her face, already cold as frost, grew even icier.
"A mere first layer of Body Integration Realm cultivator, and you actually want to rob me?"
The empress's gaze was sharp.
He Pingsheng's face darkened. Good grief, all she saw was me holding down the ten-thousand-year red spirit mandarin. She didn't hear a single word I said.
This woman...
Alas!
He Pingsheng gently released the ten-thousand-year red spirit mandarin and said, "My apologies. Our association would never do anything so foolish!"
"If you feel we've offended you, Senior, you're perfectly free to leave!"
"Hmph..." The woman snorted, but instead of taking back the ten-thousand-year red spirit mandarin, she sat down again. "You seemed to say just now that there was another way?"
"Tell me your solution!"
He Pingsheng said, "So you did hear me, Senior..."
The woman crossed her legs. "Cut the nonsense."
"All right!" He Pingsheng asked, "If I'm not mistaken, someone close to you must have lost their soul... or rather, their soul has already entered the six paths of reincarnation!"
"That's stating the obvious!" the woman said. "Why else would I be so desperate to get that Soul-Restoring Nether Pill?"
"It's my son!"
"When my son was fighting someone, they shattered his sea of consciousness with a soul attack magical treasure. Now his soul has returned to the six paths, and he's become a living corpse!"
"That's why I've been urgently searching everywhere for a Soul-Restoring Nether Pill!"
"Oh!" He Pingsheng said. "So that's what happened!"
"Senior, take a look. Could this thing of mine be worth a supreme-grade Soul-Restoring Nether Pill?"
As he spoke, He Pingsheng took out a jade slip and set