Without the slightest hesitation, the white-haired elder's hand flashed out, grabbing Yuan Ji's Nascent Soul.
Yuan Ji's heart skipped a beat. He asked in shock, "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking this Nascent Soul of yours," the white-haired elder said, eyes gleaming as he stared at the Nascent Soul in his hand.
"Give me back my Nascent Soul now!" Yuan Ji roared, and the Nascent Soul struggled accordingly. However, in such a thinly spiritual environment, the Nascent Soul was powerless to break free, like a fish out of water.
The white-haired elder studied the Nascent Soul in his hand carefully, muttering to himself, "How should I refine this thing?"
"With your strength, you can't possibly refine my Nascent Soul," Yuan Ji said angrily.
"How would I know if I don't try? I suppose it's like an elixir, something you can consume?" said the white-haired elder as he directly stuffed the Nascent Soul into his mouth.
