Restoring a Soul

Hui Yue drew out a wisp of the Nirvana Phoenix Flame and looked at it somberly. Right now, he was very nervous.

In his other hand was the vial which contained Wang Ju Long's soul. This vial had never been opened since the soul had been caught. Hui Yue was simply too worried that she would dissipate into thin air, so his usually steady hands trembled as he gently opened the lid.

A mist-like vapor hung suspended in the air; the vapor had taken the shape of a face, a face that Hui Yue knew all too well.

Watching the beautiful features of Wang Ju Long's face, Hui Yue felt his heart tighten and was unsure of how to proceed forward. He was afraid that the flame would be too intense and burn her soul, but he also understood that this was the only way to strengthen her soul.