"She has not been affected by the curse on her soul, that is for sure." Noah slowly pushed Wuhan back, not letting him jump on him. "As you know, the immortal constitution she has is cursed by something or someone."
Wuhan calmed himself down and backed away, but the sternness in his eyes did not diminish.
"That curse is so powerful that even in my whole existence I have never seen anything like that, and that should speak a lot." Noah started to explain slowly as a small projection of Song Liu's soul appeared in the room.
This projection was an exact copy of Song Liu's soul. It was a huge blob of energy that was pulsing with an ethereal silver color.
Around the core of her soul was a vague glow of red energy that was covering a darker and more ominous thin layer of green mist.
This green mist was so thin that it was almost non-existent.
