“It’s only a piece of his consciousness, rather than himself in the flesh.” Lu Yun stared darkly in the direction where the figure had disappeared.

“What was that?” Qing Han was in an equally foul mood. If Lu Yun hadn’t driven that thing out with a talisman, she never would’ve known there was something foreign in her body. Not even Empress Myrtlestar had noticed.

“It’s the soul planting technique of the shamanic race,” Lu Yun said in a chilling tone. “It seems that Dusk Province isn’t as united as I thought it to be. There are traitors among us.”

He immediately contacted his Envoys of Samsara to search through Dusk Province with a fine tooth comb. Only someone Qing Han knew and was close...