"Ancestor... I only borrowed the Colored Glaze Immortal Vase," the Ancestor of Foxes struggled, unable to move, as both fox eyes bulged, bloodshot.
"Taking without asking is stealing, and stealing from me comes with a price!"
Old Zhao had no patience for sophistry; he casually drew a tissue from the table.
With a flick of his hand, he pressed the Remnant Soul of the Ancestor of Foxes into the thin tissue.
On a tissue devoid of any spiritual power fluctuations, the silhouette of a fleeing fox suddenly appeared.
Such means and abilities were truly exceptional, profound as heaven and earth.
Lin Gang had no chance to intervene throughout the ordeal, not until Old Zhao neatly folded the tissue and tucked it into his sleeve.
He had once lost an eye to the Gu Insects and now had a new one, resplendent with green foxy radiance.
The eye suddenly burst, oozing black blood.
