"You're not dead yet?"
Xiao Chen looked at Chen Xin in surprise.
He had thought that after Xiao Chen's Primordial Spirit was consumed, his death was certain.
"No, my Primordial Spirit has been devoured by my great-uncle, and my physical body was destroyed during your battle with him. What remains now is just a wisp of obsession!"
Chen Xin was very calm, neither joyous nor sad, showing little fear of death.
"I see!"
Xiao Chen suddenly understood.
If a person's belief is strong enough, and they still have unfulfilled wishes at the moment of death, they can form an obsession, temporarily staying in the mortal world in the form of a soul.
"Xiao Chen, may I entrust you with a task?" Chen Xin asked, his tone pleading.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen had anticipated it.
With only a wisp of obsession left, if Chen Xin himself could not fulfill his wish, then he could only entrust it to someone else.
"You can tell me about it first. Whether I can help you or not, I cannot guarantee!"
