Office.
Qin Ruan stood in the center of the room, inviting the Black and White Impermanence to come over.
Lord Bai Qi and Lord Hei Ba stood before her. One had a delicate and ethereal beauty, and the other bore a stern countenance that seemingly belied a fierce demeanor.
When they faced Qin Ruan, a trace of emotion flashed across their dark eyes.
"Miss Qin."
Qin Ruan stared at the Soul-beating Whip and the Soul-locking Chain in their hands and spoke in a mild tone, "I am looking for a puppet named Li Xuemei, a villager from Shanlu Village."
A speck of emotion crossed Lord Hei Ba's perennially sickly pale face as his fingers, clenching the Soul-locking Chain, slipped into the chain's links.
He curled his lips as if attempting to smile, but it came across as horribly chilling, intensifying the sinister atmosphere around him.
Lord Hei Ba said in a deep voice, "Miss Qin, the puppet Li Xuemei has already entered the Netherworld."
