Wang Songde had no idea how he had been controlled.
Back then, while treasure hunting in the Northern Plains, an erratic zither melody suddenly echoed in his ears. The music seemed to carry some uncanny power, compelling him to seek out its source against his will. Just as he went to investigate, his vision darkened, and he lost consciousness completely.
When he awoke, he was already deep in the hinterlands of the Demonic faction in Yan Country.
Over the years, the Demonic cultivators of Yan Country had planted numerous restrictions within his body and Nascent Soul. That Tier Four Soul Control Gu from earlier was merely one of their methods. Even if he killed the Gu Insect, he wouldn't be able to stay lucid for long.
"Thank you, Daoist, for granting me this brief moment of clarity," Wang Songde bowed deeply, expressing his sincere gratitude.
Li Chang'an replied, "It was merely a passing effort. Does Daoist Wang have any final wishes?"
