Soul Hall Deputy Master
"This hall?"
Hearing the indifferent voice emerge from the distorted space, Xiao Yan's pupils suddenly constricted. The arrival this time was clearly Soul Hall's doing, and this person called himself "this hall." Could he be Soul Hall's extremely mysterious Master?
Black mist continuously seeped out from the distorted space, slowly condensing under everyone's gaze into a figure completely shrouded in black mist.
"Soul Hall Master?"
The Grand Elder of the Lesser Pill Tower stared directly at the black-mist figure. His hunched body leaned forward slightly, and the space around him began to tremble faintly.
"Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call me the Deputy Master."
The black mist rippled slightly, and a faint laugh came from within.
"It seems your courage is lacking, Deputy Master. Since you dared to barge into my Starfall Pavilion, why not come in person? Sending only a projection—are you afraid?"
A cold smile curled at Xiao Yan's lips. With his eyesight, he could naturally tell at a glance that the black-mist figure before him was merely a projection, not the true body.
"Xiao Yan, in all these years, you are the first person to say this hall lacks courage..."
A strange laugh came from within the black-mist figure. "Still, your achievements today have truly exceeded this hall's expectations. Had I known this would happen, the Xiao Family should have been thoroughly massacred back then."
"Your Soul Hall people have said that several times already..."
Xiao Yan's gaze was icy as he said slowly, "But given your status as Soul Hall Deputy Master, if you came here merely to spout such nonsense, then this projection has no need to continue existing."
Expressionless, Xiao Yan said, "If your true body doesn't dare show itself, then you can get lost."
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