"Last time, near the Brotherhood Headquarters, you deliberately didn't hurt my physical form. Were you planning to possess my body?"
Jiang Xiaobai said coldly, "But you ultimately failed, not because you lacked the cultivation, but because your body couldn't withstand the immense pressure. Am I right?"
The Saint Heir laughed heartily, "I have to say, you know quite a bit, kid. Indeed, if my body hadn't ruptured at that critical moment and I urgently needed a new vessel for my primordial soul, your body would've been mine long ago."
Jiang Xiaobai replied, "Do you think you can take my body this time? Saint Heir, do you believe you'll once again end up with nothing?"
"The Saint Heir won't fail this time!"
The barefoot monk, who had remained silent, spoke up, "Because I'm here. With the two of us teaming up, Jiang Xiaobai, do you really think you have any chance of leaving here alive?"
