Song Yan covered her nose and looked at the thick resentment that was covering Xue Ping's corpse. Even though the soul had yet to leave the body, Song Yan knew that the spirit had long turned malicious because of the regrets, anger and resentment that Xue Ping had at the time of dying.
If she hadn't come, then this malicious spirit would have finished its formation. She bit her thumb and then drew a sealing array in the air, Song Yan then pushed the array towards Xue Ping's corpse before clenching her fingers in a tight fist and soon the soul was trapped inside the body that was hanging on the hook.
Unless a dark cultivator who could surpass her level came to undo the array, Xue Ping's soul could forget getting out of her body.
"Got you," just as she finished with her task, someone pressed on top of her head, even though she was wearing an invisibility talisman. Song Yan turned to look at the man behind her and her eyes widened when she realized who it was.
