"What do you mean?" Zu Wei's spirit looked bewildered, frightened, and anxious. Before her stood nine divine-faced Creator Immortal spirits, leaving her dizzy.0

She couldn't fathom why he possessed the elusive Nine Souls Talent.0

That was supposed to be exclusive to the Nine Yin Soul Sea!0

Then it struck her. Though this celestial slave's body was broken, his spirit must be whole and intact...0

"What do you think I mean?" The nine Yun Xiaos spoke in unison, their soul swords pressing against her spirit. There was no need to remove her veil; even in spirit form, she was a celestial beauty with a sacred face and aloof demeanor, like a proud peacock—a born judge.0

She looked inherently superior, carrying an air of privilege.0

"I... I don't know..." Zu Wei's spirit stammered, her eyes filling with tears, about to cry.0

At that moment, her heart collapsed into despair; gone was her former...0