"Talk? Talk about what?"
When Lin Xuan first said those words, Heaven Ghost Master had once dismissed him with utter disdain, not putting Lin Xuan in his eyes in the slightest.
Because at that time, he had believed Lin Xuan's life and death would be held in his hands. What need was there to be polite to a puppet he could manipulate at will?
Yet in the short span of half a cup of tea, he finally understood just how outrageously wrong he had been.
Lin Xuan was not someone he could manipulate. On the contrary, that brat had been pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.
I am the fish and meat, while another is the chopping block and knife. Only now did Heaven Ghost Master, who had once roamed the Demon Realm unhindered, understand that he had been deceived. After all that fuss, he was the weak one.
Pitiful. Lamentable. He had actually fallen to such a state.
Heaven Ghost Master, always proud and arrogant, was so furious his eyes nearly split, but what could he do? Who told him he had no body?
Otherwise, what would a mere Lin Xuan amount to? So what if his treasures were sharp? A single Dongxuan Realm cultivator like this—he could have wiped him out with a casual wave of his hand.
Perhaps, to Lin Xuan, those words were somewhat exaggerated, yet it was undeniable that the Heaven Ghost Master of the past had truly been extremely fierce.
Even when facing an Ancient Demon Saint Ancestor, he had not bent the knee and admitted defeat. Although he had inevitably fallen in the end, he had, after all, deceived a Saint Ancestor and allowed a wisp of remnant soul to escape. This was already exceedingly remarkable. Looking across the entire