Qing Yi's words were within Ye Ling's expectations; he too had noticed that the young girl's soul had been captured, and the dense aura of death between her brows hadn't yet dissipated.
Of course, Ye Ling was still somewhat uncertain. If his cultivation hadn't been wasted, he could have employed other methods, such as the Soul-Searching Technique. But now, he simply couldn't determine anything.
Therefore, Qing Yi's words became very important. Having lived in the Netherworld for so many years, she certainly understood the origin of this deathly aura.
"Underworld Soldiers?!"
Liu Yuandong and the other two were taken aback, their eyes widening in shock, particularly Liu Fenglan, whose eyes suddenly reddened, "My poor little girl, how could the Underworld Soldiers have captured her soul?!"
"Our family has never done anything to deserve this, Ye Ling, Ye Ling, you must help little girl, I beg you, I'm kneeling before you!"
