"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Didn't you want to steal my weapon?" Zhang Menglong casually conjured a ball of strange fire, scaring the soul body into frantically retreating, revealing its true form.
It was a hunched, tiny old man, looking somewhat sleazy. He stared in horror at the flame in Zhang Menglong's hand. As Zhang Menglong's power grew stronger, so too did the might of his strange fire.
"Let's start with a two-minute self-introduction," Zhang Menglong said in a threatening tone. "I give you only one chance; if I hear something that interests me, I'll spare your life. But if there's nothing compelling, I'll burn you up."
As he spoke, Zhang Menglong withdrew the Donghuang Clock, shrinking it to the size of a palm, trapping the soul body, which also shrank to a palm-sized tiny figure.
With Zhang Menglong bringing the strange fire closer to the Donghuang Clock, the temperature inside instantly rose.
