Lu Mingshu lifted her head and glanced around at everyone. "Who will speak?"
There was a moment of silence before Xiao Sang stepped forward.
She bowed slightly. "You won this battle, and I benefitted as well, thus becoming the Main Soul. Let me be the one to speak."
"Alright."
Lu Mingshu didn't care who spoke, as long as someone was willing to.
Xiao Sang flicked her sleeve. The thousand or so shadows of the Spirit Souls that had just formed began to converge toward her.
With each union, Xiao Sang's figure grew more solid. Gradually, her vitality became stronger and vibrant. When the last shadow disappeared into her, her demeanor had completely transformed.
"Xiao Sang—perhaps I should call you Jianmu instead?"
The merging of branches, after all, meant Jianmu.
Xiao Sang spoke softly, gently. "Whether Xiao Sang or Jianmu, it's merely a name. You may call me whatever you prefer."
Lu Mingshu nodded. "Where will you start your explanation?"
