The cultivation of the young man before him was exactly the same as before—Zongshi realm. At the same time, there wasn't the slightest soul energy to be felt within him. It was as if what Zhang Xuan saw before in the other party's consciousness was just a dream.
"Something is wrong..."
Zhang Xuan frowned.
He had once dived into the other party's consciousness, and putting aside how the other party's consciousness extended far beyond where his eye could reach, the other party's soul was also as humongous as a mountain.
A thought popped into Zhang Xuan's mind.
'Is it because he hasn't drawn his soul out yet?'
The strength of one's soul couldn't be perceived that easily. Only when one's soul was drawn out could it be assessed.