Her face revealed a tiny bit of fear, as if she had discovered something amazing. She knew she was in imminent peril, so, summoning all her will to survive, she grabbed her chest, taking out a snow-white ruler from the void.
The ruler was glittering and translucent. It emitted a great spiritual pressure, and it was a first-rate middle grade divine artifact, not a bit weaker than the Mountain River Dragon Bow. At that moment, a virtual shadow of a snow lion, the size of a palm, surrounded the top of the snow-white ruler. The ruler was still in an activated state, and it was obvious that it had been used just moments ago.
The old man within the painting was shocked: "Spirit of the Dead Summoning Technique? A first-rate middle grade divine artifact, and an ordinary Heaven Master. Your identity is a bit extraordinary."
