Chapter 115: Han Shu’s Remnant
Yun Qiao froze. Wasn’t Han Shu supposed to be the owner of that square seal? Why was he appearing here? She instinctively turned toward the underworld artifact resting on her desk—and saw that it was faintly glowing with a thread of silver light. Something indistinct and ethereal seemed to connect it to the man before her.
“You’re a remnant soul attached to this seal?” she asked, examining him carefully. Indeed, his form was much fainter than that of ordinary spirits, as though a single gust of wind could blow him away.
“Remnant… soul?” A flicker of confusion crossed the man’s face; he clearly didn’t understand what she meant.
“How did you come to be bound to this seal? Where’s your real body?” Yun Qiao pressed.
Han Shu’s expression grew more and more lost, as if her words were foreign to him. “Real body? I… I don’t remember.”
Yun Qiao frowned slightly. Seeing how vacant he looked, she realized the situation was likely serious. She turned and said firmly, “Wait here.”
Then she strode to the door, pulled it open, and shouted toward the adjoining room, where the old man was still reading under the lamplight. “Old man, help me call Grandmaster over here—I need him for something.”
“Oh,” the old man replied absently, setting his book aside. Without asking why, he instinctively headed toward the tall tower. Moments later, his booming voice echoed through the night: “Grandmaster! The girl’s asking if you want supper!”
A flash of white light—