Feng Liyan and his wife were drinking tea. They were startled when they saw him acting in such a fussy and anxious manner that they asked him what was going on.
Yue Wushang didn't hide anything and told what happened in the Mirage Palace.
Feng Liyan frowned: "The art of gathering souls? I have seen this name in an ancient book. It is said that it seems to be refined with one's own blood and essence, which consumes spiritual power. Practicing this method is extremely dangerous, and one can do it
If you don't do it well, you will become obsessed and your whole body's skills will be useless. Once you practice successfully, you can save even a person who has lost his soul. However, in order to save a person who has lost his soul, the user will consume nearly half of his body's energy and blood..."
The more Yue Wushang listened, the paler his face became and he closed his eyes slightly.[
He heard Yun Hua say that the reason why Qi Luoer practiced the soul gathering technique was to save him...
How much did he hurt her?
Why would she let her practice the soul-gathering technique again without any love?
"boom!"
The three of them were talking when the door to the room was suddenly slammed open.
Yue Beibei swept in like a gust of wind.
His face was covered with tears, and when he saw Yue Wushang suddenly burst into tears, "Daddy, mommy is gone! She doesn't want Beibei anymore!"
Everyone was shocked, and Yue Wushang's expression suddenly changed: "What did you say? Beibei, what's going on?"
Although Yue Beibei is ten years old now, because he is a combination of immortal and demon, his growth is extremely slow.
He looks about six or seven years old now.
After years of experience, he has become like a little adult and doesn't cry easily.
At this moment, his face was full of panic, and he was obviously very frightened.
"I was practicing just now, and suddenly I fell asleep for some reason. I dreamed that my mother came to say goodbye to me... saying that she was leaving and asked me to take good care of myself... I couldn't keep her even if I cried and made noise..."
Yue Wushang's face was as white as snow.
He naturally knew that Yue Beibei would not have such a dream for no reason.