Old Master Chen forcefully closed his eyes, refusing to entertain that possibility any further.
Once the eldest son regains consciousness...
A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Those who make mistakes must pay the price.
Gu Shengyin walked to Chen Biyueâs bedside.
She looked at the pale man; his survival meant his soul still existed somewhere in this world.
As long as the Soul Body was intact, she was confident in pulling him back.
She turned: "Old Mr. Chen, please step back. White Tiger."
The White Tiger let out a howl, indicating its understanding.
It walked to the corner with Old Master Chen, tasked with protecting him.
Gu Shengyin needed little preparation.
She sliced her middle finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto Chen Biyueâs forehead.
Curiously, the blood settled and coalesced into a smooth, glossy Blood Bead, like a cinnabar mole blossoming between his brows, accentuating the pale complexion with otherworldly beauty.
Then Gu Shengyin took one of Chen Biyueâs hands, and similarly scratched his fingertip to draw fresh blood.
The drop of blood fell into Gu Shengyinâs palm, not dispersing, but transforming into a small crimson Blood Bead, spinning incessantly.
Gu Shengyin sat cross-legged on the floor.
She tossed the tiny blood bead upwards; it hovered at her head level, mysteriously suspended, spinning in mid-air.
Gu Shengyin closed her eyes, murmuring softly.
Old Master Chen listened, finding the words cryptic and incomprehensible.
As he listened, his vision blurred, and his mind grew hazy.
Just then, a sudden pain snapped him awake.
Old Master Chen realized the White Tiger had nipped his hand.
Yet it was gentle, causing no real harm.
Grateful for its help, Old Master Chen thanked it.
The White Tiger emitted a soft growl.
Old Master Chen noticed all sound had vanished.
Looking towards Gu Shengyin, he saw the little bead above her head emit radiant red circles.
The faint crimson light rippled outward, its reach unknown.
Gu Shengyin knew.
If she wished, the light could cover every place her Divine Sense could reach.
And if Chen Biyueâs Soul Body was within this range, he would be drawn back by the power of her blood.
Suddenly, her pocket stirred.
But in her meditative trance, Gu Shengyin couldnât see this.
Old Master Chen watched puzzlingly as a chubby white doll emerged from the masterâs pocket.
Unaware of its puppet nature, he wondered at the masterâs unique child-rearing methods.
Kept in a pocket, wasnât there a risk of suffocation?
Then, to his astonishment, the small dollâbarely the size of his handârose into the air.
...
Old Master Chen silently retracted his earlier thoughts.
With the masterâs âchildâ capable of flight, pocket-keeping seemed ordinary.
Chen Biyue floated in mid-air.
By now, he could feel the intense summons from within.
The dollâs body began to tremble violently.
Aware of a change, Gu Shengyin opened her eyes in confusion.
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Update 11.
Gao Lengzhi has seen everyoneâs comments and encouragement. Thank you all, love you dearly.
I might be in a negative emotional state lately, affecting my writing. Need to go out more when the weatherâs fine.
No update at midnight, see you tomorrow.
Good night.