I Won't Tell You a Thing, Aaaah! Xiao Yan: Keep Burning Him

"Bzzzz—"

As White Fang sped onward, the sky ahead suddenly darkened. A pitch-black storm was slowly gathering in their path.

Surprise flickered in Xiao Yan's eyes. Beneath him, White Fang spoke gravely. "Master, that's a Black Storm. It's the most unusual weather in the entire Black-Corner Region. Those people from the Soul Hall often lurk inside it, though. Their ghostly forms aren't affected by the storm, so they roam around harvesting souls—"

"The Soul Hall?" Xiao Yan froze.

"That's right, the Soul Hall!" White Fang swallowed. She suspected Xiao Yan had come from the Central Plains too, and the closer one got to the Central Plains, the more one understood just how terrifying the "One Hall" in One Hall, One Tower, Two Sects, Three Valleys, and Four Pavilions truly was.

"Master, we should go around it. Best to avoid those people if we can," White Fang suggested.

After all, although they usually operated alone, none of them were weak. Even the lowest-ranking Soul Hall members were at least Dou Zong and held the title of protector.

The Soul Hall did not have many forces in the Northwest Region, but at least one Dou Zun expert guarded them. They were not to be provoked lightly.

But in the next instant—

Xiao Yan bared his teeth in a brilliant, faintly dangerous smile. So it was the Soul Hall—

"Straight through!"

White Fang: "—"

Inside the Black Storm.

A scarlet soul darted about, terror on his face. "We have no quarrel! Why are you after me?"

Behind him came a murky gray soul wielding a strange, pitch-black hooked chain. His face held the mocking amusement of a cat toying with a mouse. "Heh, heh, heh. Every soul is prey to the Soul Hall. You're a little weak, but you'll still count toward my