Hun Miesheng's Loyalty

Soul Realm, Tower of Grievance.

When Hun Miesheng's mountain-like, imposing figure appeared before everyone's eyes, it immediately drew the reverence of countless passing clansmen. Some who had long heard of his mighty reputation even dropped to their knees on the spot and kowtowed devoutly.

Yet he did not pause for even half a breath. With a dark expression, he slowly made his way toward the top of the tower.

Upon reaching the summit, Hun Miesheng stopped. After hesitating for a moment, he pushed open the heavy, chilling door.

Inside the room, the girl sat quietly upon a meditation cushion, seemingly immersed in meditation as she continuously absorbed nourishment from the Soul Sun outside.

Across from her, the illusory figure of an old man enveloped a stark white skeleton. Traces of sacred aura permeated the air, carrying unimaginable pressure.

Seeing this utterly inconceivable sight, Hun Miesheng's pupils contracted, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Is this... refining a physical body?!"

Hun Miesheng was deeply shaken. He was absolutely certain that if those old antiques with one foot already in the grave were to witness this scene, it would trigger a terrifying upheaval.

Hun Ruoruo, who seemed to have noticed the disturbance, casually lifted her eyelids before quickly closing them again.

Seeing this, how could Hun Miesheng fail to understand her intention? He immediately dropped to one knee and sighed softly. "This subordinate, Hun Miesheng, pays respects to Miss."

No one would have imagined that the mighty Dou Saint, whom everyone outside had revered and whose authority was unmatched, would bow his head and submit to a young girl in the next instant.

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo showed no surprise whatsoever. She did not even reopen her eyes as she lazily asked, "Hall Master, you came uninvited. Did Father have some instructions?"

Hun