Han Ming wolfed down the food, sweeping away her previous attitude of refusal.
After finishing, she still wanted more: "Is there more?"
Ning Zhuo: "Sorry, I'll bring you more next time."
Han Ming nodded: "It's best to get me some spirit food. Although these mundane dishes are tasty, they don't help cultivators like you and me much."
Ning Zhuo responded: "I'll consider it."
Han Ming continued: "And my soul. I must tell you, I can't sustain this a few more times."
"If you keep extracting without restraint, my soul's essence will be exhausted."
By then, Han Ming would be scattered to the winds, not even able to become a ghost cultivator.
Realizing this, Han Ming chose to temporarily submit, biding her time for the opportune moment.
Ning Zhuo nodded: "Do you have any good suggestions?"
Han Ming said: "Give me people! I just need soul absorption to nourish myself. With the essence of the soul, I can continuously provide you with soul essence."