C1089 The Origin of the Soul

The Ghost Beast looked at Qin Fengming and used its two tiny claws to wipe its face, as if it wanted to comb through its thoughts. After that, it began to transmit its voice.

After an hour, Qin Fengming sat upright on the stone floor. If it wasn't for the flickering changes in his expression and the bright light in his eyes, he would have thought that he was currently meditating and cultivating