The old man's face froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected his Primordial Spirit to be grabbed by someone.
"Ah!!"
Finally reacting a few beats too late, Guo Muyang stumbled back several steps, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, his expression one of shock and disbelief. "U-Uncle, what is this thing?"
"Call me Master."
Lu Ren replied and then, with a slight dip of his waist and a parting of his feet, he forcefully sent the old man's Primordial Spirit into his own mouth with a swift tug.
"Ding, you have encountered an attack from the Primordial Spirit of Liu Qing, an elder of the Taihang Sword Sect. The opponent is attempting to use the Soul Transfer Technique to seize your body."
"Ding, detected host under spiritual attack... Auto shielding in progress, shield successful."
