The Might of the Soul Banner

The soul banner’s sudden arrival instantly drew everyone’s attention.

The maidservants’ faces immediately filled with even deeper fear and shock.

They had never seen Liu Meng use such a magical artifact before, but just one look at its gloomy, eerie surface made their very souls tremble.

Another ghost? Or... some even more powerful enemy?

If this soul banner had come to attack them too, then today they would likely be wiped out to the last, without even the slightest chance of survival.

Yet in the next instant, they watched in astonishment as their master reached out her fair, jade-like hand and grasped the soul banner’s pole!

Buzz—

The soul banner did not attack Liu Meng when it fell into her hand. Instead, it let out an affectionate hum, and the black energy flowing over its surface curled gently around her fingertips like a docile pet.

So... this was their master’s soul banner?!

This was the only explanation the maidservants could think of, and the despair on their faces turned to delight...