'I haven't done anything wrong from the very beginning,' Ye Zhiyao thought.
'The Ancestor was the one who tried to possess my body. What right does he have to curse me now?'
'Besides... he's the one trapped in my body. I'm in control here. Why should I have to listen to his curses?'
Malice festered within her. Amidst the ceaseless tirade of curses in her mind, Ye Zhiyao suddenly roared mentally, "Old man... shut your mouth!"
Her mental roar had a powerful, stunning effect on the Ancestor's Nascent Soul within her.
Ye Zhiyao could clearly feel the Ancestor's Nascent Soul seething with fury, desperate to continue its tirade. Yet, it was as if he were bound by something intangible, completely unable to resist her!
'Just as I thought. This is my body. I'm the one who calls the shots!'
As her focus drifted, Master Xuanming, who had been waiting at her side, frowned faintly. "Master?" he asked tentatively. "Have you not succeeded in the possession yet?"
