Perched on Yuanxi's shoulder, Xiao Bai squeaked excitedly.
The mistress is here to save us!
Clang!
A resounding, domineering clash followed swiftly.
A cold light pierced the air, cleaving the Soul Seizing Banner that hung suspended.
The connection between Yan the old ghost and the banner caused his spirit to writhe in pain, forcing him to cough up a mouthful of blood as his body plummeted from mid-air.
Gracefully descending from the heavens was a figure dressed in pristine white. Her presence held an otherworldly air, her gown as immaculate as freshly fallen snow, embodying the essence of a celestial being gracing the mortal realm.
Amidst the estate's staff, stares of awe were directed at her, momentarily causing them to forget about her formidable might.