Ming Ban, the divine lord, said, "Over the past 10,000 years, Your Majesty has only used the Soul Searching Bell three times. Each and every time you won without fail. Since then, the status of Tu Wei Hall has been established."
Tu Wei was not particularly happy when he listened to Ming Ban's flattering words. Instead, he continued to say, "With this item, no living thing can escape its perception."
Ming Ban nodded. "Please help us, Your Majesty."
Ming De hurriedly echoed Ming Ban, "Please help us, Your Majesty."
Tu Wei flicked his sleeve.
The Soul Searching rang melodiously as it flew out.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
There was nothing special about the sound. In fact, it sounded like ordinary bells that naughty children on the streets would wear. However, its penetrative power was astonishing. Moreover, the sound remained strong and steady as it continued to ring.
