Inside the world of the jade bottle, Iris slowly opened her eyes. Her once serene and noble expression contorted into fury the moment she sensed what had happened.
"You… Ethan… you actually refined my Nine-Colored Soul-Living Bottle!"
Her voice trembled with indignation, but her soul body flickered weakly like a dying flame.
Ethan stood before her with an easy smile.
"Yes. Not just the Nine-Colored Soul-Living Bottle—your Heaven and Earth Compass too. Oh, and your storage rings. You two had so many good things."
He gave a leisurely shrug.
"Thank you for the gifts."
"You—!"
Iris clenched her ghostly fists. Her soul power had already been consumed by two-thirds; each breath felt like her existence was unraveling.
"You know very well what you've done! This will bring destruction upon your entire continent!" she snarled, her voice sharp despite its weakening echo.
Ethan snorted lightly.
