Unyielding Pursuit Whoosh! Long Chen’s soul returned to his body, and in an instant, a splitting pain tore through his mind. His battle with Bing Yi had drained him immensely. And now, having forcibly gathered what little remained of his star power to infiltrate Bing Yi’s natal rune and pry into her secrets, his soul force was completely overdrawn. "You wouldn’t be in this much pain if you hadn’t slapped that old man," Kun Ding sighed. This guy was truly impossible. "If I didn’t slap him, my heart would feel worse!" Long Chen grinned. Just thinking about how that old bastard had taken a solid slap across the face filled his heart with satisfaction. Somehow, even the pain felt lighter. Who knew where that old geezer was now? Perhaps he was in some empty chamber, smashing tables and chairs while cursing his lungs out. Though Long Chen’s slap had left no real damage to the body, the humiliation it inflicted was far worse. Especially for those of high status—sometimes...