Thinking about the vast difference in character between the father and son, Ning Fan shook his head and quickly asked, "You still haven't told me, how can the resentment be resolved?"
Barson's soul pointed to his mouth, then shook his head.
"Barson can't speak in his soul state?"
Recalling Barn's situation, it seemed he too couldn't speak.
"That's so strange!"
Ning Fan no longer focused on these issues and instead looked over at Barson.
Barson approached Nannan and gently embraced her.
Then from Barson's soul, white threads like silk began to drift out, with the other end floating towards Nannan.
"These white threads are the soul power!"
Ning Fan's expression tightened, his eyes widened, continuing to watch.
As the soul power continued to transfer, Nannan's once faintly visible soul began to stabilize and solidify.
In contrast, Barson's already unsteady soul body grew dimmer, as if turning into an ethereal smoke.
