With Wen Yan's summoning, the earthenware pot shook wildly, clattered to the floor from the table, and shattered to pieces.
A swirl of golden light appeared, and a Nether Soul, caught within it, was pulled before Wen Yan.
Wen Yan wouldn't dare summon those of high standing. But a Taoist's Nether Soul, one who had committed suicide out of fear of punishment? He had no qualms about that.
He was about to perform Soul Summoning right there beneath Mount Zhongnan to confront it and demand the truth.
Did it really think suicide would be the end of it? Wrong, this was just the beginning.
The Taoist's Nether Soul, forcefully summoned, had just begun to speak when Wen Yan seized its neck with one hand and lifted it.
Wen Yan looked up ahead. He saw a Taoist striding several meters in a single step, descending the long staircase with an immortal bearing. In just a few seconds, the Taoist was already standing not far away.
The Taoist flicked his horsetail whisk.
