Yu Lian sensed Wang Ping's thoughts. Flicking her forked tongue, she extended her head to sense the skull completely encased in vines. "His consciousness is dormant right now," she said. "Using the Soul Searching Technique won't leave any trace."
Wang Ping snapped out of his thoughts. He decisively took out a pair of divination blocks, condensed his spirit, and communicated with the Luck-Borrowing Talisman. He sacrificed ten years of his eight-hundred-year lifespan to cast a divination. As he did, the space within the tent flickered with a momentary darkness.
'Not bad!'
Seeing this, a hint of joy appeared on Wang Ping's slightly weary face. He took out a high-quality Gathering Spirit Pill and swallowed it. Then, forming a hand seal for a Spell, he performed the Soul Searching Technique on Young Master Ming's head.
Chaotic images instantly flooded Wang Ping's spirit, then slowly linked together into a single thread...
