Lin Moyu looked at the scene before him, yet felt powerless to resist. In front of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, he was no different than an ant that could be crushed with a flick of a finger.
Yet in the end, when he watched the Blood Soul True Talisman turn into Fragments to repair his own depleted true soul, a deep sense of puzzlement filled his heart.
A long time passed—or perhaps only a few breaths of time—and the frozen time in this space began to flow once more. Lin Moyu looked again at the bone bead covered in cracks, a rather peculiar expression in his eyes. He had no idea what the other party was actually thinking.
Chapter 22