"Why don't you take a look at the crap you've been feeding me all this time?"
The Bow Lady's voice was tight, as if she were gritting her teeth.
Her words jogged Yang An's memory. It was true. Aside from that one time the container-teleportation went awry, forcing the Bow Lady to devour the souls of many mutated mortals, she really hadn't eaten anything decent.
Let alone a Cultivator with memories.
"Well, you have to tell me! How was I supposed to know you could do that if you didn't say anything?
But let's not get bogged down by that. What did you find in the memories? Spill it!"
Yang An gave an awkward smile.
He was more interested in whether the soul the Bow Lady had devoured contained a Cultivation Method for Body Refining, or something similar.
The Bow Lady was just venting and wasn't truly angry. After collecting her thoughts for a moment, she replied to Yang An.
