The Young Lady Returns to the Clan!

"Master, we're going to the Soul Clan, not hell. Why have you even taken out the Ghost Suppressing Banner?"

"Girl, do not meddle. This is a protective treasure your master spent a fortune to acquire. It will certainly keep you safe and sound."

"Master, the Soul Clan really isn't that dangerous. Why have you even taken out the Natal Soul Jade?"

"Hehe, you do not understand. Once the physical body perishes, this Natal Soul Jade will automatically help the remnant soul nurture a spirit. Back then, your master was fortunate enough to survive by relying on this very thing. Quickly, inject your Soul Origin into it."

"..."

Left with no choice, Hun Ruoruo could only inject a trace of her Soul Origin into the Jade Stone.

Watching the old man in white rummage through boxes and cabinets before her, she felt a headache coming on. "Master, why have you even taken out the Fierce Heaven Art?"

"Cough, cough."

Old Man Yao crawled out from a cabinet, covered in dust. After coughing violently a few times and patting himself clean, he said, "The Fierce Heaven Art is at least the rarest treasure your master can produce. If anything happens, I can hand it over in exchange for your safety."

Hun Ruoruo held her forehead and sighed.

She finally understood just how deep a psychological shadow the actions of the Soul Hall and Yao Clan had left on Old Man Yao.

Once bitten by a snake, one feared ropes for ten years.

Now that he was being asked to go to the Soul Clan, which was even more terrifying than the Soul Hall and Yao Clan, it was no wonder his reaction was so extreme.

"How about you stay in the Central Continent? I can have Hun Xuzi's avatar make a trip