(Revised)

The system wasn't sure if it could find a solution, so it could only assure Song Jinqiao that it would try its best.

Even though the system gave this assurance, Song Jinqiao still couldn't let go of his worries.

If the system does not give an accurate answer, it means that the matter is very tricky.

She started to worry...

The veterinarian was diagnosing the patient, but he couldn't figure out anything, so he kept frowning.

Song Jinqiao asked the system about Song Xing and the others' situation.

The system said: [It's strange. Song Xing and the others were only seriously injured, not as seriously as Mu.]

On the way back, Song Jinqiao kept frowning. Bai Di saw it, but didn't ask anything and let her calm down.

He thought that if the little female was willing to let them know what she was thinking, they would know it sooner or later. If she was unwilling to let them know, there would always be a reason for not wanting them to know.

At night, Song Jinqiao thought about it again and again, and finally told this matter to several males.

"You mean, he is no longer a soul beast now?" Cangye said thoughtfully.

Song Jinqiao looked over and shook his head in denial: "No, he is still a soul beast now, but his power is gone."

Cangye said: "Strength cannot be rebuilt."

So why are you so sad and resentful?

Song Jinqiao sighed and said, "If only it were that simple. He is still a soul beast now, but he has no power and cannot be repaired. His soul beast has been destroyed."

So, Mu is now a complete useless beast.

"Ling, do you think Xuanji knows a way?" A red figure suddenly appeared in Song Jinqiao's mind.

In the space, a little boy was busy searching, his white and tender little hand sliding on the screen around him. When he heard her question, he answered without raising his head.

How is that possible? Xuan Ji is only a sorcerer. Although he is well-read, he is powerless to do anything about this matter.

"Really?" Song Jinqiao's expression suddenly faded. She looked up at the males again and said, "It's only a matter of time before he wakes up, so should we tell him about this?"

Song Jinqiao hesitated between the two choices: to make up a white lie or to tell him the truth.

At this time, Yan Mo, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke.

"Tell me, he'll know sooner or later."

Bo Mu's strength was only wasted, not his brain. No matter how many lies they made up, no matter how well they covered them up, there would always be a day when the lies would be exposed, and the blow would probably be even greater then. It would be better for them to know it from the beginning.

Song Jinqiao thought about it and agreed with this.

"Then... who should go and talk to us?" She glanced at everyone.

The truth is so hurtful, it's hard to tell.

"You go." Yan Mo raised her eyes indifferently.

Song Jinqiao asked: "Why?"

Yan Mo remained expressionless, his face dull and his eyes cold. "Didn't you say you were his future partner? It's perfect for you to go, and he happens to like you. If you go and comfort him, he might feel better. Besides, females are better at comforting people than males."

These words made sense, and were even full of truth, but Song Jinqiao just felt that something seemed to be wrong.

She stared at him, trying to see some clues, but Yan Mo's expression was too indifferent, so in the end she couldn't see anything.