"Ah-choo!"
Chen Nan sneezed violently, rubbing his itchy nose, and muttered softly, "Who is thinking about me?"
Just thinking about how Xiao Lie would definitely cough up blood out of anger upon seeing the corpses of several Demon Cultivators made Chen Nan excited.
Being chased for so long, even a Bodhisattva would lose their temper.
Just as Chen Nan was about to fly further to rest, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body, almost causing him to fall from the sky, followed by a bone-eroding pain.
"Is this... the Soul Locking Talisman?"
Sweat broke out on Chen Nan's forehead. Being hunted constantly had made him almost forget about this restriction on his body, which had been there for a month already.
He quickly took out a Solid Soul Pill and swallowed it, making the pain disappear.
