A fierce need to take it rose through Venerable Starwick in an instant. Nothing showed on his face. He forced the restless surge down, and only the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a curve that meant far more than it revealed.
Then he asked in a flat tone, "Interesting. Truly interesting... A lowly True Immortal, a petty cultivator from the borderlands of the Lower Realm, actually managed to hide a sovereign relic of this level inside his spirit. That defies reason... I ask you both this... Have you thoroughly investigated this man's origins and background? Are you certain he has no hidden mighty adept behind him, no top order at his back?"
"Please put your mind at ease, Hall Master... His background has been thoroughly checked. There is absolutely no hidden danger!" Elder Emberlain immediately bent at the waist and answered, his tone locked firm as he moved at once to cut away the concern.
"This man was nothing more than the leader of the Resistance in one corner of the Sixteenth Firmament. He struggled along alone, with no master order protecting him, no elders holding him up, and no sect power he could rely on. From beginning to end, he was a wandering cultivator..."
"Before this, your servant had already made a move. I crushed his physical body by force, severed his foundation, and wiped out his followers. Now all that remains is this one isolated strand of spirit trapped inside the pearl. He has nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no way to stir up any storm. He absolutely will not draw any foremost mighty adept to demand an accounting. You may refine him without concern."
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