C390 I Still Haven't Died 1

Which soul...

Mu Yunhua pressed her lips together, "An inconsequential one."

Three souls and seven spirits—how could any be insignificant? Baili Chonghua, sensing evasion, pressed, "Which one?"

Mu Yunhua had come to understand Baili Chonghua quite well; once he latched onto a question, he'd pursue it relentlessly