Upon hearing this, Jared immediately understood how the Tenth Hall had known about Tavon's death so quickly and why they had sent Octavion after him.
"Severing a strand of your soul without harming your body or cultivation... That's no easy feat..." Jared muttered, his brows furrowing slightly.
Octavion let out a chuckle. "Of course it's difficult. If it were simple, I wouldn't be asking for your help..."
"But don't worry, I'm not expecting you to do it for free. I have a special piece of armor, exceptionally durable and capable of enhancing your strength. It was a gift from my father, so precious that I couldn't bring myself to wear it."
With that, he opened his palm, and a black box materialized seemingly out of thin air. He placed it in front of Jared.
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