Seeing that Jieyin was left speechless, Daoist Qingling refreshed the spirit spring water, changed the spirit tea, poured himself a cup, and sipped it slowly. The teacup in front of Jieyin remained empty all this time. "I implore Fellow Daoist, for the sake of having listened to the Dao together in the Purple Qi Palace, to lend a helping hand. Surely, Fellow Daoist would not wish to see Zhunnti be overly influenced by the residual soul of the Demon Ancestor Luohua?"
Hearing Jieyin put it this way, Daoist Qingling knew the psychological leverage was about right. He put down his teacup and said faintly, "To be honest, this poor Daoist truly doesn't care what happens to Zhunnti. Even if Luohua's residual soul is drawn out, he won't feel the slightest bit of gratitude toward this poor Daoist. Very well, let's treat this as a favor to you, Fellow Daoist. This poor Daoist will handle it..."
Jieyin was taken aback. One after another, they all claimed they would handle it, yet not a single one gave a definitive answer. He knew that the longer Luohua's residual soul remained within Zhunnti's Divine Sense, the deeper its influence over him would grow.
Chapter 218