"You stinky Daoist!"
The divided soul turned around in horror, only to see Liu Zongyuan seated on a green leaf, mocking him.
He finally understood the helpless feeling of being trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Liu Zongyuan looked him over, his previous mocking expression becoming increasingly peculiar.
He had come from a hundred miles away after being alerted by the Spiritual Treasure Green Leaf.
Even before arriving, he knew it was the divided soul acting up without having to guess, but the closer he got, the more uneasy he became.
The commotion ahead was very unusual, something that merely the divided soul couldn't cause; the aftermath of the ongoing battle made him shiver with fear.
Such a colossal uproar, even he couldn't achieve it.
Who exactly is fiercely battling the divided soul?
"Could it be some senior master?"
