Do They Really Not Fear Me?

Hun Xian was overjoyed.

"What? Venerable Yao? Where is he?!"

The protector hurriedly produced a map.

Black White Heavenly Venerate, Old Mu Bone, Yang Shan, and Wu Ying all crowded around.

Black Heavenly Venerate glanced at the map. "These outlines... the Northern Region and the Southern Domain?"

The protector pointed to the seven red circles on the map. "My lords, please look. After careful investigation, we have determined that these seven areas are the most likely places where Venerable Yao is hiding!"

Hun Xian: "..."

The protector seemed not to notice that Hun Xian's expression had already turned grim. He continued excitedly, "Young Master, look. We found traces of lingering Soul Bodies in all seven of these areas!"

"Bastard!"

Hun Xian sent the protector flying with a slap.

"Seven places! What I want is precise intelligence, and you give me seven places?!"

Watching this, Wu Ying recalled his time as a protector at the Ghost Wither Branch Hall. He had been treated much the same way, casually berated and even beaten by temperamental Venerable Elders.

Yang Shan naturally noticed that something was off in Wu Ying's gaze and immediately sent him a voice transmission.

Wu Ying froze, then quickly spoke up.

"Young Master Hun Xian, the Soul Hall needs to keep a low profile in its current operations. It has not been easy for the men below to gather intelligence. We should at least let him finish before deciding what to do. There is no need to lose your temper now."

Hun Xian paused. "Since Nether Venerable has spoken, hurry up and finish!"

"Thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Nether Venerable!"

Seeing the terrified look on the protector's face, Wu Ying felt rather helpless.

At the Soul Sweeping Branch Hall, whether they were Dou Zong-level protectors or Dou Emperor and