Han Yu's expression was very peculiar. Wasn't this guy in front of him once an enemy?
But why did he inexplicably seem so confident in him?
"Desperate times call for desperate measures."
Chasing Soul smiled bitterly.
He had no other choice, as the Celestial Dao Sect would never genuinely accept him, and Yama Hall wouldn't let him go either.
Actually, Han Yu wasn't his best choice, but his only one.
"What to do?"
Han Yu continuously communicated with the Artifact Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness.
If it were the past, he would have naturally wished for Yama Hall and the Celestial Dao Sect to fight each other to the death.
But Chasing Soul had said that once these five people dealt with those from the Celestial Dao Sect, the next target would be him.
He couldn't just sit back and watch; after all, the defeat of the Celestial Dao Sect was of no benefit to him.
