Inside the cave, Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes, a flash of complex emotion briefly appearing in his gaze.
With a thought, a small ball of light flew out from the center of his forehead.
The light ball quietly hovered in front of him, extremely dim, like a candle on the verge of going out, as if a gust of wind could extinguish it.
This was Chen Jia's True Spirit, the most fundamental, original essence of a person.
He sighed softly.
"Master, this is the last time I call you 'Master.' You were unjust, but I cannot be ungrateful. If it weren't for you, I would not have been able to leave the Xuan Gui Continent or comprehend the mysteries of Martial Arts. Now that only a trace of your True Spirit remains in the world, I will not forget my promise. When the day comes that I reach the pinnacle of Martial Arts, I will find a way to rebuild your body."
With a finger's guidance, the True Spirit was drawn into the Soul Nourishing Ring.
