Fan Wubing furrowed his brow,
"Do you know what this place is? How dare you do such a thing!"
"Are you here to reprimand me?" The flames of soul fire in the Soul Daoist's eyes flickered, "Don't be so pretentious like a scholar."
If his soul weren't still recovering, Fan Wubing wouldn't want to say so much. He assumed a relaxed posture,
"I understand what you're thinking. You want to leave here, ascend from this place, and venture into a broader world, right?"
The Soul Daoist laughed,
"All the monsters in the city know my thoughts. They worship me daily, hoping for the day when one person attains the Dao and even the chickens and dogs ascend. But so what?"
"And if I told you, that the moment you leave this place, you would meet your doom, what then?"
The Soul Daoist's Daoist robe rustled, expressing surprise,
"You actually care about me now. Shouldn't you be more concerned about whether you might meet your end?"
