The words spoken by the residual soul make sense, but that doesn't stop Chen Zhixing from disliking it.
After exchanging a few more words, Chen Zhixing looked at the residual soul that still hadn't revealed itself from Ziwei Heng Palace and couldn't help but frown.
"A coward hiding its head!"
"I've always been here, just haven't yet rebuilt my body. This time, I came as a mere Divine Thought. I heard from that useless little girl who mentioned that you are also a master at this, but it seems she was mistaken."
The residual soul was not one to suffer losses and retorted sharply after being mocked by Chen Zhixing.
The temperament was quite stiff.
However, whether it was stiff or not had nothing to do with Chen Zhixing. Seeing it dare to talk back, a Divine Pattern appeared between Chen Zhixing's brows, and in the next second, a gigantic hand from the sky reached down, passed harmlessly through the roof as if it were a phantom, and grabbed the Spiritual Soul tightly.
