Your Kind, the Soul Clan Won't Have You

Old Man Yao's suspicions were further confirmed by Hun Ruoruo's appearance, to the point that he even overlooked Old Man Mu Gu's presence.

"Ruoruo?"

Xuan Yi's pupils contracted as she recognized the newcomer as well. "She actually entered the competition too?"

Seeing Xuan Yi's uncertain expression, Xuan Kongzi frowned slightly. He searched his memories for that somewhat familiar name, then his face changed drastically as he cried out, "You mean she is Yao Chen's second disciple?"

Xuan Kongzi had not lowered his voice. In mere moments, it spread throughout the entire viewing platform.

Venerable Yao... actually had a second disciple?!

"You..."

Looking at the suddenly appearing figure, Old Man Mu Gu felt a chill sweep over him, his heart violently contracting as though it had fallen into an icy abyss.

He finally remembered.

In the remnants of that soul projection, there had not only been that black-gold flame that burned all things away, but also a boundless Blood Sea, even vaster, like one ferrying souls across the underworld!

And the master of that Blood Sea, who had never shown herself and from whom not even the slightest scrap of information had emerged, radiated the exact same aura as the girl before him!

"Recognize me?"

Hun Ruoruo's gaze was icy as she smiled faintly. "Since you recognize me, I suppose there is no need for me to explain my purpose any further?"

Old Man Mu Gu's pupils shrank sharply, and his body trembled like a sieve.

At this moment, how could he still not know her origins? She was clearly a member of the Soul Clan's main family!

Ever since learning of Old Ghost Star-Picking's death, Mu Gu had felt a faint unease in his heart. Not only had the man died without explanation, but even the Soul Hall he commanded