"If you want to wield this treasured sword, you must know the Luo Sect's Xiandu Zishe Seal! Daoist brother, I know it. If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Li Huowang wasn't pleased to hear this. Instead, a wry smile played on his lips as he looked at the creature. "I'm guessing it would take you quite a while to learn the Luo Sect's Cultivation Technique, wouldn't it?"
"And to learn that technique, I would have to keep you alive, right? As long as you keep stalling and don't tell me, you get to live. Am I right?"
Seeing its little trick had been exposed, most of the fear on the deformed little head's face vanished. It cracked open a mouth full of rotten teeth and gave Li Huowang a fawning look.
"Nobody wants to die, right? So how about this—Han Fu is dead anyway. How about you pry me off and attach me to yourself? You need a Nascent Soul, and it doesn't matter whose it is. I can be your Nascent Soul!"
