Chapter 112: The Ancient Phantom Flute

"What is that?" Adrianna Whiteley's face changed dramatically, as if she suddenly recalled something horrifying. "Day turns to night, and thousands of ghosts gnaw at the soul-this is the Witchero Sect's treasured artifact, the 'Phantom Flute of Antiquity,'" Jameson Balam gave a bitter smile, his eyes filled with despair. "I never thought the Young Sorcerer Lord would bring it out of the Southwest. No wonder even the combined strength of the five families couldn't stop him." Hearing Jameson's words,...