Then, Ye Fudao bit hard on the tip of his tongue. Instantly, three blood beads of different colors spurted out of his mouth and fell onto the hair-thin golden thread.
"Return, soul!"
A low and admonishing voice drifted over the surface of the Four-colored Pond Water as the golden silk, tainted with the blood from Ye Fudao's tongue tip, suddenly burst into a brilliant radiance.
About three breaths later,
A soul, resembling a beautiful woman but appearing very faint and insubstantial, clung to the golden silk and appeared above the small platform.
"Is this... my lord?"
The faint soul of the woman was initially confused, but upon seeing Ye Fudao in his hemp robe, she couldn't help but exclaim joyfully.
At the same time, her soul clinging to the golden silk, perhaps due to the overwhelming joy, began to flicker rapidly like a candle about to burn out.
