Bai Zihan's eyes grew cold, a stillness settling over him that made even the air in the room seem to hesitate.
The two cultivators, already pale and shaking, stiffened further as he raised his hand—fingers curling into a claw-like shape.
Kong Zhanghong, standing a few steps away, felt his back dampen with cold sweat.
He didn't know what this was, but every instinct screamed at him to stay silent and not move a muscle.
Xie Wanshou's gaze sharpened.
That gesture…
Her heart skipped.
Soul Searching!
She had heard of it before—a brutal art that invaded a cultivator's mind to seize memories by force. No lies, no resistance. Everything laid bare.
But there was something wrong.
"How can he do Soul Search on them?"
The requirement for Soul Searching wasn't just knowledge—it was dominance.
The one performing it had to be significantly stronger than the target, not merely equal.
