Seeing his figure depart, a Savage Ghost Cultivator could not help saying, "That Wei Hao was so lavish with his hand. He might have even more Top-Grade Spirit Pills on him. Why don't we butcher him, and everyone split the takings?"
The youth in the lead shook his head.
"That man wore a mask and hid himself like a head poking out and a tail tucked away. He may well be trouble. But... isn't Xie Xie An with us? Just say that man is Ding Ming and have him go test his weight.
"Whoever among you wants to go can follow in secret. If there is a chance, kill them both together. I carry a task entrusted by His Highness, so it isn't convenient for me to leave."
With that said, his figure dropped into the Building Complex of the Cracked Rock Islands.
The other Savage Ghost Cultivators looked at one another.
"I'll go."
"Count Luo in."
"I'll go too."
Nothing stirred the heart like ruined silk; nothing was more apt than this.
A moment later, a gray-haired, white-eyed youth, his whole body covered in black robes as if he could not bear the light, flew out from a pavilion behind them.
Beneath his robes, there seemed to be endless wronged souls and evil ghosts, bearing him suspended in midair on a chilling ghostly mist. This person was none other than Xie Xie An. Speaking of it, it was also a coincidence.
Savage Ghost Peak and Evil God Peak were ranked Old Eight and Old Jiu among the Saint Sect's various peaks, so naturally they huddled together for warmth and swept away their chronic ills.
But as for the result...
Old Jiu had still been squeezed none too lightly. In fact, the one that had swallowed the most benefits in