Morning, a gentle breeze, a cloudless sky stretching for miles.
In the clean morning light, a flock of birds danced and swooped amid golden sunlight, chasing their joy.
Suddenly, one bird flying among them had its head explode without warning, alarming the rest to scatter in panic.
From the beheaded bird's corpse, a faint, transparent remnant appeared, emitting a soft golden glow under the sunlight.
This remnant seemed to be saying something, flying aimlessly, but in the next second, an invisible force gathered from all sides and transformed into a hand that captured the remnant.
Following this, the owner of the hand emerged from the air—Wang Wu.
He was still collecting Lu Tong's remnants of soul.
This task isn't too hard, but it's not exactly easy either. Especially since he is diligent, trustworthy, and pursues perfection, he wouldn't just grab any soul fragment and be done with it.
