"How in the heavens did your founder even come into contact with a soul weapon? Wouldn't he cry tears of blood knowing he had a soul weapon and didn't even realize it?" Luo Li said, and both Lei Ping and Jiang Hong's eyebrows twitched. They looked toward Feng Chang for an answer.
"I have no idea," Feng Chang replied, her eyebrows twitching as she spread her hands helplessly.
'Even if he knew, so what? Could he even open the box? And even if he did, could he have touched or bonded with it? He might have lost his hands if he wasn't careful,' Feng Chang thought as she imagined the founder with a greedy smile and flushed face, reaching for the soul weapon—only to fall on his butt in a panic as his hands began to corrode and hiss in pain. Feng Chang suppressed a smile. If the founder could see what his descendant was thinking, he would've probably coughed up blood and cursed her on the spot.
