Young Master Xuan's heart burned fiercely, his ambition rising like karmic fire.
These thoughts he kept to himself.
But Shen Tuao, accustomed to scheming and deception for so many years, discerning and perceptive, understood his intention the moment Young Master Xuan mentioned the "Mystery Demon Foetus."
"Indeed, those not of my kin are sure to harbor different intentions..." Shen Tuao's face was cold, "Cultivators of the Nine State, all deserve to die."
Young Master Xuan was unperturbed, instead, he looked at Shen Tuao and asked:
"Prince Ao, don't you want your brother to come back to life?"
"Come back to life?" Shen Tuao sneered, "Reviving a corpse and soul transfer, does that count as coming back to life?"
"No matter how, alive is alive, he can accompany you, talk to you..." Young Master Xuan's eyes turned dark, his voice tinged with regret, "It's surely better than him lying coldly in a coffin."
Shen Tuao's gaze was sharp: "It's nothing but flesh without a Divine Soul."
