“Why?” Qin Ye pulled out his saber and pointed it towards the soul sphere as he gritted his teeth, “Why do you all have to keep forcing me to do things I don’t want to do?” 

Arthis was unrelenting, “As I’d mentioned before, you’ve traded your life in exchange for the shard of King Yanluo’s Seal. This is a responsibility you’ve taken on for yourself!”

“I understand where you’re coming from. I’m not blaming you this time. It really is a huge burden to carry, and giving up is completely excusable. But the question is… is it really an option for you?”

“Did it ever occur to you that… there’s still someone in Westriver who’s holding onto shards of King Yanluo’s Seal?! Even if they’re unable to look beyond the province and pinpoint your exact whereabouts, their strength is definitely no lower than that of a mere Hellguard-class ghost. In fact, they might very well even be of the same strength as me! Do you think he wouldn’t be aware of the true purposes of King Yanluo’s Seal?”

“A person who would even consider breeding fodder using shards of King Yanluo’s Seal would most certainly be someone that requires the intervention of the Sixfold Ghost Kings to apprehend. Do you think such an entity would spare anyone holding onto his shard of King Yanluo’s Seal? Do you think you’ll be able to rest easy by hiding in the crevices of the City of Salvation?”

The soul sphere shook its head, “Kid… you’ve...