บท 585: The Ship With English On It

"Oh, do you still have something to say?" Mo Wuji said indifferently. Mo Wuji was clear that when facing this sort of cunning soul, unless death was right next to his face, it would be hard to get anything of true value from him.

Preciously, this fella knew that his soul tempering method could not be hidden, which was why he revealed it. Even so, this fella only inscribed the simply introduction.

"Dao friend, if I'm not wrong, dao friend must have fallen fallen into the Soul Condensing Immortal Pond, and perhaps even the Yin Underworld Whirlpool. The fact that you survived must definitely be because you entered a spatial tear. Usually, anyone who entered a spatial tear would find it very hard to get back to the Immortal World. Even though I, Zhu Cai, am only left with a soul, I've been to many places. Wait till my soul condenses, I can find a path back to the Immortal World." Zhu Cai said calmly.