If it's confirmed there's no problem, as his own Subordinate Soul, if he wants to take this power, he only needs to trade again.
The Subordinate Soul would never refuse.
Nor could they refuse.
They were, after all, Zhang Fusheng's possessions.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Hu Zhongli little by little turned younger, though the magnitude was minor, one could still see his aging body radiating with vitality,
The third minute,
The old man opened his eyes, fifteen years of hard cultivation rolling in his mind, he looked reverently at the Celestial Venerate's attendant, and made a great salute.
"In this world, there truly exists such power..."
Hu Zhongli muttered to himself, speaking as he saw that towering feeling vanish from the boy,
Replaced by a semi-transparent old man appearing beside the boy.
Zhou Muniu was first confused, then hurriedly leaped off the wooden table, bowing to the illusory elder:
"Greetings, True Man!"
He too had the memory just now.
