In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Liu Ming's wrist flicked, tossing the charm in front of him, then he squeezed it between his hands, which he fiercely rubbed together. Immediately, a mass of blood-colored flames erupted between his hands, and from within the yellow talisman, the panicked and pleading voice of the golden-armored man emerged.
"Senior, please stop, I am willing to submit to you. Please don't erase my spiritual wisdom. With me by your side as a servant, I can surely be of great assistance to you."
"Hmph, just a mere symbol spirit, do you think I can't cultivate one myself? Rather than keeping you, I might as well cultivate a new one from scratch."
With an expressionless face, Liu Ming spoke and then ruthlessly rubbed his hands together once more.
The golden-armored man let out another scream of agony, and a wisp of black qi burst forth from the yellow talisman, followed by silence, with no further sound emitting.