Let me tell you, in this day and age, you really couldn't get by without some strength.
Take Lord Huang San's matter, for instance.
If my own strength hadn't been hard enough, why would he have bothered reasoning with me?
Sometimes, reason itself needed strength to do the talking. Otherwise, when something happened, you wouldn't even know how you died.
After parting ways with Lord Huang San,
Old Gouzi and I went straight back to his home, while Jin Buque returned to the well to continue striving toward his tadpole-making plan.
That very night, someone from below came and took Wu Sheng's ghost away.
I had originally thought this matter could be put to rest for the time being.
Unexpectedly, the efficiency of those below was incredibly fast—far faster than those above.
Before Wu Sheng's spirit could return on the seventh day after his death, Xue Pan had already been taken away by those below.
The ghost envoys had originally gone looking for Jin Buque too, but that bastard had cultivated for over three hundred years, after all. Ordinary little ghosts would find it difficult to take him down.
When I heard Xue Pan had been captured, I was exceptionally calm.
Because it was inevitable. We had originally tormented Wu Sheng until his allotted lifespan ran out; once he died naturally, the matter would have been over.
But Mother Hide's intervention changed everything, and the Karma fell directly upon the few of us.
Old Gouzi and I were all right. We hadn't personally harmed Wu Sheng. At my instruction, Xue Pan and Jin Buque had done all those things.
Since it had already happened, there was no point saying anything else.
After Jin Buque came to find me that day, he explained the whole course of events.
I had him