Before the First Elder could respond, Gui Ying flipped his palm. In an instant, a faint white ball floated above it.
Glancing at the First Elder, he slowly said, "This young master believes you recognize this."
The moment the First Elder saw the faint white ball, her expression darkened. Clenching her hands, she frowned deeply.
'That is the soul of the Ancestor's puppet. Since he has it, then he must be the one who destroyed it.'
With that thought, she looked away from the soul and coldly said, "Young Master, that soul belongs to our clan member. Are you the one who killed him?"
Gui Ying smiled calmly. "Clan member? This is only a mere puppet."
Pausing for a second, he provocatively asked, "What? Do you want to avenge him?"
Knowing she was not his opponent, the First Elder suppressed her anger and forced a smile.
"As long as you return his soul to me, we will forget this grudge," she said through gritted teeth.
Gui Ying was too lazy to waste time with her.
