Zhang Fuzi urgently called for everyone to leave together, while Golden Cicada Zi took the opportunity to put away the body of the man impersonating Guo An.
"Brother Zhang, could you let me examine this corpse's divine soul memories?" Little Bad King was not thrown off by his urging and turned to make his request.
"I've already read them and know where Guo An is hiding. Let's stop wasting time and go." Zhang Fuzi refused urgently and strode toward the cell door.
Watching his back, Little Bad King insisted, "I have an assignment from my own sect too. Let me take a look. I might find some more clues."
"Ah."
Zhang Fuzi sighed helplessly, an expression suggesting he did not want to argue with a lunatic crossing his face. Then he waved a hand. "I'll invade his yin soul with my divine soul power and project his memories. Look for yourself."
Travelers could indeed use the Soulsearching Technique to forcibly examine the memories of a weak yin soul, but controlling a soul oneself was very different from having someone else control it. By using the Fifth Seat's magic treasure for Soul Control, Zhang Fuzi effectively held the remote, with the power to start wherever he pleased and stop at any moment.
Simply put, Ren Ye could only see whichever segment of memory Zhang Fuzi wanted to show him.
Little Bad King found him rather rude, but the man had given him pills and made a concession, so he did not press the issue. He merely nodded. "All right."
Buzzz!
Zhang Fuzi decisively used the Soulsearching Technique. In less than three breaths, he projected the male corpse's memories inside the prison.
Little Bad King sent a strand of divine sense into the projection and examined the man's memories carefully. Soon, he