Seventh Great-Uncle Master took two lanterns out of his bag and hung them on the wall.
"Go ahead, the cave your Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor built is pretty reliable. It blocks any signals."
Wen Yan took out the Jade Pendant that sealed He Changfeng inside.
"I want to ask you, Seventh Great-Uncle Master, if you can help him recover some consciousness. I have questions to ask him, but I don't dare to do it myself—if I misjudge things, I might accidentally cause his soul to dissipate."
Seventh Great-Uncle Master opened up a talisman, pointed a finger, and He Changfeng's translucent form fell to the ground. This time, his head was obviously more solid than his torso and limbs.
Seventh Great-Uncle Master examined He Changfeng carefully, clicking his tongue in amazement.
"This guy's soul is shattered to this degree, and yet he hasn't dissipated. Now that's just bizarre."
"Isn't it because of divinity, that he hasn't dissipated?"
