A Woman More Soul Hall Than the Soul Hall

The deathly silence lasted for who knew how long before Black Heavenly Venerable finally swallowed hard and cautiously said, "M-My lord."

"Insolence!"

Mo Yu's expression turned stern as he rebuked them harshly. "Miss is still here, yet you presumptuously address me as 'my lord.' Are you trying to put me in the position of disrespecting her? Why aren't you kneeling with me at once?!"

Hearing this, Black Heavenly Venerable and White Heavenly Venerable looked at each other, both seeing profound blankness in the other's eyes.

As one of the nine Sequence Heavenly Venerables, Mo Yu had always been tyrannical to the extreme. Even when facing those old monsters from the Danta, he had never shown the slightest willingness to yield.

Yet now, he was kowtowing to another and acknowledging her as his master!

Just what was the identity of this little girl from the main clan?

Countless thoughts flashed through their minds. Faced with Ninth Heavenly Venerable's order, Black and White Heavenly Venerables naturally did not dare disobey. Their legs gave way, and they copied him as they knelt prostrate on the ground.

"Black and White Heavenly Venerables pay respects to Miss Ruoruo."

Watching the three men kneeling neatly before her, Hun Ruoruo blinked, unable to help sighing inwardly.

Mo Yu had managed to rise to Ninth Heavenly Venerable. He really did have some ability.

Back in Sound Valley, he had been shouting about killing her, yet the moment he saw the situation turning unfavorable, he immediately abandoned the light for the dark. He did not even put on the airs of a Sequence Heavenly Venerable.

Such a man who understood the times truly deserved to be a Heavenly Venerable painstakingly cultivated by my Soul Hall!

As she pondered, Hun Ruoruo had already regarded the Soul Hall as something in