"It's right here." Wu Daozi swept a sleeve through the air, releasing a soul orb, which was emitting streaks of Yin energy.

Lee Jung-sook was a smart woman, she didn't ask any questions or say anything. All she did was stand off to the side like a non-existent bystander, sipping on her coffee in silence.

There were only 24 hours left, and there was no time to waste. Qin Ye gave Lee Jung-sook a quick recount of everything that had happened during the past few days, then swept a hand over the soul orb, upon which wisps of Yin energy flew into his palm. The soul orb opened up like a blooming flower, and countless specks of inky-black netherflames were released, quickly transforming into a turbulent vortex. Immediately thereafter, a burst of violent panting rang out, followed by a dull thump, and a bald elderly man wearing a set of earthy yellow and reddish-brown monk robes appeared within the vortex.

This was Phagpa, the imperial teacher of the Mongolian Empire who was a vastly renowned figure in history. Currently, his thin and frail spiritual body seemed to be on the verge of blinking out of his existence, and his entire body was trembling slightly. After a long while, he finally raised his murky eyes, and his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"I'm sure you know who I am, right?" Qin Ye asked, "I'll ask questions, you give me answers; any problems?"

Phagpa pursed his lips tightly and shook his head in a defeated manner.

"Do you recall the Huang Clan's...