"Preposterous!" A savage killing intent nearly shattered her composure.
She squeezed her eyes shut, extending her consciousness to summon the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a treasure bound to her very soul.
Utter silence.
Not a single response.
It was as if the powerful Demon Treasure had never existed.
'This shouldn't be happening…' Lingkong Jade frowned deeply.
Dragon Ridge Mountain and Cyan Yang Ancient City weren't far apart. With the strength of her Divine Sense, she should have been able to sense at least a sliver of a connection.
Unless… someone with a Cultivation Realm far surpassing her own had decisively erased her Divine Soul Mark from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!
Ghost Moon's earlier message had only said a Demon Suppression Envoy was on their way. Based on their itinerary, they wouldn't arrive until tomorrow at the earliest.
Unless the Demon Suppression Bureau had sent more than one person, or some unpredictable old monster had shown up!
