Senior Xia Jie confirmed the position of the soul bone, and with his right hand lifted, Xizhuang Yuan proactively extended his hand towards him.
Immediately, Xia Jie's expression became serious; he also stretched out his palms, one above the other, covering Xizhuang Yuan's right hand from a distance.
He began to chant obscure and difficult incantations in a low voice, and spirit light emitted from between his palms, trembling slightly as if it possessed life.
Then, from the center of Xia Jie's palms, two threads of spirit light thin as silk silently emerged, precisely piercing into Xizhuang Yuan's little finger, instantly taut like a string.
Under Yuan Ming and Xi Ying's tense gazes, Xia Jie carefully manipulated his hands, and the joint emitting deep blue radiance seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, gradually detaching from Xizhuang Yuan's body.
Time slowly passed, a duration stretching infinitely like thirty minutes.
