He had drawn the soul of the Demon Race warrior into his banner, refining it into one of the main souls.
The warrior's memories from life unfolded before him like an open book.
Sifting through the jumbled fragments of memory, the smile on Chu Fan's face gradually grew, until he finally broke into a wide grin. "Just as I thought, there's a hidden prize! That bastard has a secret lair in a mountain ravine over two hundred li from Qing Province City. His entire life's savings are stashed in there!"
"What?!" Mo Yunzi froze again, her red lips slightly parted and her face a mask of disbelief.
She didn't know about the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but she was well aware that completely seizing another's memories was something only achievable through brutal Demon Dao methods like Soul Extraction and Spirit Refining.
