The approaching figure was none other than the imperial uncle, who once again looked like a wooden-faced young man.

“What a surprise to find you here, Mister Second,” he said, walking toward him with a broad smile on his face.

“Stop right there, boy!” Yang Qi shrieked. “What do you think you’re doing? Stand right there! If you take another step, I’ll cut you down!”

Of course, the more frantic he sounded, the broader the imperial uncle’s smile grew, and the more convinced he was that Yang Qi had reached an extremely critical juncture in dealing with the angel souls.

“Could it be that you’re in this state because of absorbing those souls, Mister Second?” He didn’t make any effort whatsoever to stop, but in fact, just kept walking right toward Yang Qi. “How about I help you pass this difficult moment? You put on a really big show by absorbing all those souls. But how could you possibly keep them suppressed? Not even Patriarch Deva could pull that off!”

“I said to stop moving, boy! Didn’t...