Zhu Lingyun curiously asked, "It's not unwillingness, but rather incapability?"
"Hmm, incapability." Ma Santan grunted, "This old man hasn't lived enough yet, stop nagging, dare to touch it?"
Zhu Lingyun chuckled, "Then I'll try it."
As he spoke, he reached forward with his hand.
This round bead was obviously similar to Miao Jing Spirit Water, naturally, he was unafraid.
Moreover, he also absorbed others' souls, but not directly. It was purified by the Haoyang Demon-suppressing Mirror or Demon Supressing Divine Tree, absorbing only their memories.
Naturally, he wasn't afraid of this.
Ma Santan furrowed his frosty brows, staring intently at Zhu Lingyun's right hand, watched as the right hand extended its index finger, without hesitation, pointing at the luminous, soft round bead.
After Zhu Lingyun's index finger touched it, the Soul Cleansing Pearl resembling a Bright Pearl showed no change.
Neither brighter nor dimmer.
Ma Santan stared at his palm.
