The Myriad Souls Banner swept through the air, its fabric roiling and spiraling as dense, somber black qi surged outward like a tide.
Wherever the banner's shadow passed, everyone in the stronghold froze stiffly in place. Extreme terror was fixed upon every face, their eyes wide open, their mouths unable to make another sound. In the blink of an eye, they became cold corpses.
The piercing screams that had risen and fallen moments ago lasted only a few breaths. As the wind swept across the wilderness, nothing remained but suffocating silence.
Liu Qingqing's shoulders trembled. She hid behind Lu Lingfeng and Xi Siyu, making up her mind not to provoke Junior Sister Jiang.
She was even more terrifying than Eldest Senior Sister. It would be better to stay farther away from her in the future. Why had her little white flower appearance failed to awaken Junior Sister Jiang's pity?
Could it be that she had taken the wrong approach?
Her eyes flickered several times, and she inwardly cried that this would not do. She needed to observe in secret before making a decision.
"Second Senior Brother, isn't ghost cultivation something only disciples with Dark Spirit Roots can practice? In the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm, ghost cultivator disciples are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. Every one of them is a treasure to some faction. No wonder she was quietly accepted as a personal disciple."
Xi Siyu leaned close to Lu Lingfeng's ear and whispered, surprise in his eyes.
"Heh, isn't that so? But!"
He sneered, his tone gritted, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes.
"Junior Sister Jiang is still an inner sect disciple of our Flowing Cloud Sect, isn't she? Even if she has taken a master, that doesn't mean Master can't try to snatch her!"