The further they walked into the hall, the stronger the pressure grew.
When he introduced a black-clad, gaunt-faced old woman, Ming Lingchuan's voice unconsciously lightened: "This is the Nine Netherworld Supreme Elder, skilled in..."
"Soul summoning and spirit manipulation."
The old woman interrupted with a hoarse voice, her wrinkled hand suddenly reaching out, a wisp of black mist coiling like a spirit snake around Li Yunjing's wrist, "Young man, you have quite a bit of resentment of the deceased on you, need me to... transform it?"
Li Yunjing's pupils contracted abruptly, but he calmly invoked spiritual power to disperse the black mist, his face still respectful: "Thank you for your concern, Ancestor, the younger generation can handle it myself."
"Heh heh! I felt it, you seem to have also cultivated the 'Path of Death'?"
The Nine Nether Elder withdrew her hand, emitting a piercing laugh that caused the candlelight in the hall to flicker uncertainly.
