A familiar darkness and an equally familiar silence. Yang Jingshen coughed lightly and then hesitated for a moment. "Hey, are you there?"
"Hmmm." It was a familiar voice, but before he could pose his question, it quickly interrupted him. "No– don't ask. You can't yet know the answer to why you can make sounds like sighing, clearing your throat, and even talking, when you don't possess a physical body."
"But–"
"Not enough authority!"
Yang Jingshen tsked, but choose to keep his silence in the end. He had to admit that he rather enjoyed tormenting the soul guardian by asking questions that it possibly couldn't answer.
He felt that it was quite funny to see how it would hem and haw when confronted with his endless accusations of how the soul guardian cheated him into this mess, but still doesn't allow him to learn important details about what was happening with this darned plot and his soul. But now that it decisively answered him like this…
