"I understand. Thank you for the reminder." Ling Chuxi laughed to herself. It was indeed different to sign a life soul contract. This old man bu should have been eager to see her die, but now he had begun to care about her life and death so quickly. There was no other way. Once the soul contract was signed, the two of them were in the same boat. If she died, bu Xingtian would be finished as well.
"Hey, that's right. Also, where did the Qilin's soul go?" Ling Chuxi recalled this matter and called out again.
"Do you want to know? I won't tell you. Hehe, I'll let you think about it. " Bu Xingtian's mysterious voice rang in his ears.
"This old man's temperament has really changed. He's like a child in a fit of anger." Ling Chuxi laughed involuntarily and could not be bothered with him. She retracted her divine sense and exited the sea of consciousness.