Then, Xun Er turned around to look at Ling Ying, who was half-kneeling before her. Her voice was somewhat calm as she said, "Elder Ling, contact the clan immediately. Have them come to pick me up in one month."
"Yes, Miss. This old servant will contact them at once." Elder Ling solemnly cupped his hands toward Xun Er, then vanished from where he stood.
Xun Er stood alone in the corridor of the pavilion. She knew all too well that the trials awaiting the two of them would only grow harsher in the future.
"Brother Xiao Yao, I hope you can return in time to see Xun Er within the next month.
Even if you cannot make it in time, Xun Er will wait for you in the Ancient Clan. No matter how long it takes, Xun Er will keep waiting, until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble!"
Nine dark-gold chains hung from the dome, their ends bearing ghostly green soul flames that cast the entire council hall in the likeness of a Nine Nether Purgatory.
Hun Mie Sheng, the master of the Soul Hall, reclined against a jet-black jade throne. The dark patterns on his black robes rose and fell with his breathing, as though countless vicious ghosts lay dormant within them.
His fingertips lightly tapped the gilded beast-head armrest. Each sound was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of those below, making even the soul flames floating in the air tremble faintly.
A python robe woven with dark patterns wrapped around his imposing body, while the Soul Hall totem embroidered in gold thread coiled along its hem, seeming to exhale and inhale black mist like a living thing.
His paper-pale face was hidden behind swirling soul mist. Only those crimson eyes, like ancient