After a person's death, if there is no special magical treasure to preserve the soul, it won't take long for the soul to return to the heavens and dissipate into thin air.
For instance, when Chen Ye previously crafted a corpse puppet, it was because the soul had dispersed, leaving the corpse puppet with only some instinctual intelligence.
"What a pity... the Wei Family is really cautious in their actions." Chen Ye sighed.
He had thought of turning these two people into corpse puppets as evidence.
However, that helplessly instinctual corpse puppet, if someone with intent trained it slightly, could say anything and thus could not be trusted by the sect.
"Qi Kingdom?"
Mao Qingzhu was slightly stunned upon hearing this.
Seeing this, Chen Ye's heart stirred, and he quickly asked, "Sister Qingzhu, have you thought of something?"
