s eyes."Hmph, rest assured, even if you die, my grandson will still live well." Jun Zhantian sneered.He believed that this level of secrecy wouldn't pose a life threat to Jun Xiaoyao.Even if he was in... eyes lit up with curiosity.He saw it, above the remains of the Reincarnation Saint Spirit, a tiny point of light, weak as a firefly."Is there still a trace of soul left" Jun Xiaoyao thought.He nodded...