"Hmph!"
Ye Xuan sneered, "Although I don't know what your purpose is with me, it's nothing more than mutual exploitation. Don't make yourself sound so righteous and noble."
With the last layer of pretense torn away by Ye Xuan, the Primordial Spirit completely calmed down, and its gaze towards Ye Xuan took on a complex hue.
"What do you want to know?" the Primordial Spirit asked in a deep voice.
"Who is Yuan Mo?"
"What is this Blood Sea Battlefield?"
"Who are those escaped Blood Souls?"
"Why... did you choose me?" Question after question spilled from Ye Xuan's lips as he looked intently into the Primordial Spirit's eyes, trying to discern something from them.
"Follow me."
The Primordial Spirit remained silent for a moment and didn't meet Ye Xuan's gaze, instead heading towards the deepest part of the Blood Sea.
At the edge of the Blood Sea.