Hun Changqing took out Xiao Yan's soul. Soul power extended from his Soul Sea, carrying billowing black mist that enveloped Xiao Yan's damaged soul. This was the soul-searching method included in the Soul Clan's Soul-Binding Art, which they used to imprison souls.
"Heh heh... let me see what you've been through all these years, Brother Yan..."
As Hun Changqing's soul power seeped in, Xiao Yan's slumbering soul began to tremble, instinctively trying to resist the intrusion. But the disparity between them was far too great. Soon, the memories hidden in the deepest recesses of Xiao Yan's soul were laid bare before Hun Changqing, who began reviewing them from the beginning.
The first thing Hun Changqing saw was a modern city that felt both familiar and foreign...
Scenes of a child growing from an innocent youngster into a student, then entering the working world, flashed before Hun Changqing like a video on fast-forward.
"Hmm... tsk, tsk. Brother Yan, your previous life... was that miserable? You even put up with working nine to nine, six days a week? Your boss was throwing his weight around right in your face, and you didn't go up and give him a smack? That doesn't really fit your later personality..."
Hun Changqing clicked his tongue, his expression amused as he commented on the scenes before him as though watching a television drama.
Xiao Yan's previous life had been nowhere near as carefree as Hun Changqing's. He had found a girlfriend and worked overtime every day to save up for the bride price. Even when his boss made life difficult for him, he had swallowed his anger without daring to speak. In the end, he had collapsed in front of his computer from exhaustion, which was how he had arrived on this bizarre and wondrous Dou Qi