92 His Soul. (2/2)

”Are you going to stop your stupid parade and let me recover?”

The figure's eyes shined an indiscernible amount as he glanced over at Su Min and gave a thoughtful look. He tapped the arm rest on his chair, and humming a bit, he replied like it was nothing.

”Heh, does a dog go and bite its feeders hand? Huh? What fucking obligation do I have to form those crystals for you? I'm the feeder, so you, the dog, need to respect my decision of not feeding you. I myself must recover, so go and sit here like a good boy!”

*CRACK*

Su Min seemed to tremble as his arms grasped the chair and issued thunderous blasts of tyrannical strength. Though, the chair didn't even shake as it stood through this onslaught of soul-shaking power.

The figure didn't respond anymore as he relaxed and closed his eyes. In fact, to him, the ear-splitting sounds had become but a muffled pop.

Though, he did speak before his nap.

”Uh... Ah, I recommend that you practice concealing your soul before you leave. You were nearly discovered by an entity you don't want to mess with just yet, which is an issue. Your bloodline is treasure, remember that.”

Su Min breathed deep breaths as he calmed himself down, and with a solemn gait, he gazed into the horizon. The words of the figure seemed to echo in his head, and it at least gave him something to do in this barren land.

'I guess it's up to you...'

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*Whoosh*

In a silent leap, a lean figure of a woman flew through the air at a blurred speed. She appeared atop a tree, and staring onwards, she smiled and spoke to herself.

”Let's take a look at your soul, shall we...”

Her eyes shined a strange light as a location a couple kilometres away magnified itself into her view. A blurry image of a chamber revealed itself, and within this was a black figure who was convening with Wen Mian.

Her face turned serious as she, with her utmost effort, activated a certain technique that changed the way she perceived the world.

*Mmmm*

The chamber and everything around dissipated like dust as that single black figure became the only thing in her sight. Although he was blurry and almost indistinct, this was enough for her.

'Hm?'

As this figure shone, she discovered what she was looking for. But, it seemed to surprise her as she gasped a little.

'This is a bit...'

What she saw was what most would call a kid. A kid in his teens, and a kid who seemed weak and frail. He had cracks covering him, and his eyes were bleak and resentful.

She seemed to get a little excited as she stared on and chuckled.

”Its soul is its weakness!”

She examined it again and again and saw nothing that would prove otherwise. Yet, as she was doing so, a detached piercing sensation seemed to arise around her.

It was a strange, inconspicuous feeling, but as she felt it her thoughts became messy and she leapt back with alarm. In that instant an ethereal almost invisible black blade formed and swept right through that tree, disintegrating it into dust.

'It noticed me!'

Fright filled her face as she retreated several hundred metres, but strangely, nothing happened. She hesitated, and gazing at the chamber, she found that nobody had left.

She waited, and still, nothing happened. It was as if the monster had, in fact, not noticed her presence. Her mind was a bit dazed as she tried to figure out what had just happened, but it made no sense.

'If he didn't realise, then what was that? An automatic defence? But such techniques don't exist...'

Uneasiness shrouded her as she pondered and pondered, finding it to be an enigma she couldn't solve. This feeling only grew, and from this, she seemed to resolve her mind as she turned around and flew towards a certain building.

'I'll learn a half-step spell!'