The envoy of the Netherworld that Qin Ruan summoned using her nether power, were the infamous Seventh Master and Eighth Master, two black and white envoys.
Their haste was evident, their eerie tones tinged with urgency.
Qin Ruan pointed at the corpse of Xu Zhenren on the ground, her expressions as cold as ice: "I want the sanhunqipo (three souls and seven spirits) of this man's body."
Black Envoy Eighth Master walked forward, stared at Xu Zhenren's corpse for a while, then shook his head at Qin Ruan: "This man's soul has already disintegrated into ashes."
Qin Ruan could feel her temples throbbing fiercely, she gritted her teeth and asked, "The man just died. Can't it be gathered?"
White Envoy Seventh Master also stepped forward, before even looking at Xu Zhenren's corpse, he informed Qin Ruan, "Unless Emperor Beitai were present, none of us, including the Underworld King, would be able to gather the dispersed souls around the earth."
