"Strength!"
Nalan Yanran's heart jolted at those words. That was right. If this remnant soul was telling the truth, and the Misty Cloud Sect had been founded upon her insights, then her strength had to be unfathomable. With this remnant soul guiding her, her strength would surely advance by leaps and bounds. Perhaps then she could...
Nalan Yanran imagined herself defeating Hun Changqing. But the moment she thought of him, she recalled the hellish scene she had witnessed while sensing his aura earlier that day. Fear once again crawled madly over her heart, making her slender body shudder. It was not that her mental fortitude was so poor that an earlier scene could still affect her after all this time.
Hun Changqing's aura was simply tainted with far too many things that Nalan Yanran could not withstand at her current level. Moreover, his own mastery of the soul was considerable, and his aura had already affected her soul to some extent. Fortunately, she had only been exposed for an instant that day, and Hun Changqing had promptly reined it in. Otherwise, the state she was in now could never have been changed for the rest of her life.
Alongside her fear, a profound sense of helplessness rose within Nalan Yanran. She lowered her head dejectedly, a bitter smile tugging at her lips as she spoke to the old woman in a slightly hoarse voice.
"But that man is far too terrifying. I haven't even reached the Dou Emperor realm yet. In his eyes, I'm no different from an ant. I can't withstand even a trace of his aura. Even with your help, Senior, I..."
Seeing Nalan Yanran looking so crestfallen, the remnant soul beside her naturally noticed something amiss. A gleam flashed through her narrowed eyes, and she spoke to