"Senior? Senior?!" He Ling grew more anxious, constantly calling out to the soul remnant in the necklace.
"Surrender? Just based on you?" At this moment, a sinister voice suddenly echoed.
A black shadow emerged from the necklace on He Ling's chest, floating above him and looking down at everyone.
"Even though I, Han Le, failed to ascend, I was the first in thousands of years to attempt ascension. No one else has even attempted since. You actually want to meddle with me?" Han Le said mockingly.
The Sect Master of Cangyuan Sect didn't look at Han Le, but rather at He Ling with deep regret, asking in a stern voice, "He Ling, I ask you, are those matters with the demon cultivators your doing?"
He Ling opened his mouth, trying to say something, but nothing came out. At this point, what was there left to say?
"You are merely a soul remnant, yet you dare to speak such empty words." The Great Elder waved his hand, "No need for nonsense."
