Under the influence of the bell, Daoist Xuan Qing's gaze continuously shifted between confusion and clarity. The two bell chimes were battling over Daoist Xuan Qing's soul, waging a fight concerning his sanity.
Soon, Daoist Xuan Qing's eyes cleared up, and he smiled apologetically at Richard.
"I apologize for showing such a sight, my lord. The injuries from that great battle back then still haven't fully healed, so I occasionally fall into a daze. What were you asking me just now, my lord?"
Richard watched the completely forgetful Daoist Xuan Qing, growing increasingly curious about the manipulator behind him.
This small bell had not been sacrificially refined, yet the soul rules inside were near complete. This alone made the small bell surpass most Daoist artifacts and magic equipment.
But even so, the small bell was still unable to awaken Daoist Xuan Qing.
The manipulator behind Daoist Xuan Qing was definitely not insignificant.
