"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
A shriek of utter anguish and despair tore through the atmosphere in the hall, which had only just begun to ease.
Zhu Man sprang from her chair as though possessed, fell sprawling to the floor, then struggled to point at Dai Youheng, tears and snot streaming down her face. "You're not an Evil Soul Master? How could a cold-blooded, heartless bastard like you not be an Evil Soul Master? Dai Youheng, answer me! Is my sister Zhu Shu in your hands? Ever since she went to investigate your whereabouts, she's vanished without a trace. Did you harm her?"
"Yes, she's in my hands. Want her? Here, I'll give her back!" Dai Youheng smiled coldly, watching the seemingly crazed Zhu Man without so much as a ripple in his eyes.
He turned his wrist and took a round block of ice from his Storage Soul Tool. With a dull thud, it rolled onto the floor, polished smooth as jade.
At the center of that ice was a woman's severed head, her expression terrified and her eyes wide open. It was none other than the long-missing Zhu Shu!
The entire hall fell deathly silent. A falling pin could have been heard!
"Sister!" Zhu Man let out a heart-rending wail and scrambled toward it on hands and knees. She picked up the head, trembling violently, as though all her vitality had been drained away in an instant, leaving only endless despair and madness.
She raised her head, her bloodshot eyes locking onto Dai Youheng. "Dai Youheng, you killed my sister! You really are an Evil Soul Master! Otherwise, how could you be so vicious?"
"Wrong. I killed her precisely because I'm not an Evil Soul Master," Dai Youheng countered. "The moment that woman saw me, she tried to kill