"How audacious!"
Taoist Yi Hong's eyes went wide. The True Qi in his body circulated as he guarded his Dantian Sea of Consciousness, anchoring his Divine Soul firmly within his body. Though his Divine Soul trembled, it ultimately wasn't drawn away by the lamplight.
"Be careful of that White Bone Lamp!" Taoist Yi Hong shouted in a grave voice. "Its flame can suddenly appear in your Sea of Consciousness and steal your Divine Soul!"
'What a pity!' Madam Huang thought, deeply regretful. 'If Taoist Yi Hong were a Ghost, a single glint from the White Bone Lamp would have been enough to suck his Divine Soul into its flame, making him unable to resist.'
"Vile and unorthodox techniques!" Taoist Yi Hong's body radiated with the rhythm of True Qi, and clouds of Qi swirled around him, making him look like an Immortal. He was a stark contrast to Madam Huang, who stood opposite him holding the White Bone Lamp.
