Lu Mingyuan's expression stiffened, and his brow furrowed.
"Aren't you afraid I'll destroy the Divine Soul in this body of yours, making it so you can never return to the Holy Netherworld?"
Witch Palace Language's smile widened, her vermilion lips curling. "Threatening me? Do you really have a way?"
"If you really had a way, would you still be here asking my opinion?"
She raised an eyebrow. "You want to know the purpose and origin of the Turtle Shell, but why should I tell you?"
"If you release me, I'll tell you."
Lu Mingyuan snorted coldly. "Don't even think about it."
Witch Palace Language smiled faintly again. "Then we have nothing more to talk about."
"You don't know what's good for you. I'll just figure it out myself, then."
Seeing how tightly she guarded the information, Lu Mingyuan lost the will to ask any further.
He had long suspected Witch Palace Language wouldn't tell him, but he couldn't help but come and give it a try.
