It began to boast about how powerful it was during its lifetime, claiming that even though only its Primordial Spirit remained, it could still maintain its mind from being infected by the Evil Qi here.
Yang Yan was somewhat skeptical about this.
This spirit self-described itself as being over hundreds of years old with high cultivation skills, which wasn't impossible.
But no matter how formidable it was in life, now it seemed as weak as an ant.
Moreover, the more he listened, the less it seemed like it had the mind of a child.
Yang Yan found it amusing; this creature was speaking without restraint, completely unaware that it had already exposed its true cards.
"I've told you everything I know, can you spare me?" The little thing spoke with strong hope in its voice.
In truth, Yang Yan couldn't bear to eradicate this little thing either.
