After parting with Deputy Envoy Cen, Xu Yi returned to Cold Sun Peak and went straight into seclusion again, paying no heed to the mountain's affairs, though a pile of mundane matters still awaited his attention.
As soon as he got back to his cave abode, Xu Yi summoned the Soul-Summoning Banner and held it in his palm. With a thought, he sent it darting through the air, maneuvering it with effortless precision.
The banner had changed markedly since before. In the past, Xu Yi had needed to separate a soul clone to control it. Now, he could drive it with a mere thought. It had truly become an object of the soul, as intimately connected to him as his own flesh and blood.
There was another difference. Before, holding the banner had sent a bone-deep chill through him and made his soul tremble. Now, he wielded it as naturally as a fire poker, without the slightest disturbance.
Xu Yi released a wisp of his yin soul. At once, the room filled with a chilling gloom, and the temperature plunged. Moments later, black snowflakes began to fall, hissing as they landed on the floor.
Xu Yi was astonished. He caught one of the flakes, and the instant it touched his hand, a stream of icy air surged through his palm and toward his entire body. He hastily activated the Fire Gang Malice, only then forcing the cold back.
While Xu Yi was still engrossed in examining it, Old Cai came to report that Steward Fang had come to see him.
Steward Fang was someone Xu Yi had summoned, intending to have him gather information about breaking through to the Yin Venerable realm.
Lacking a legacy and short on experience was Xu Yi's greatest weakness at present. He had to seek