"Thank you for the guidance, Miss Xia!" Xie Chengming responded seriously.
Xia Mian nodded, no longer looking at Xie Cheng, but turned to the soul body he had trapped.
The soul of the old man appeared very solid. Although it was only a lingering soul, this remnant emitted a brilliant white light.
The soul body wasn't weak, but unfortunately, it encountered her.
"Young lady, we have no grudge. I even brought you treasure hunting. You shouldn't kill the innocent!" The little old man kept shaking his body. Seeing he couldn't escape Xia Mian's restraint, he turned to her, trying to persuade her to release him.
Xia Mian let out a light chuckle, a trace of disdain in her eyes, "How can you be considered innocent?"
As Xia Mian finished speaking, the Spiritual Power Whip suddenly burst into roaring flames. The little old man couldn't escape or run; he was burned to ash by the fierce fire...
