"Senior Baishun's friend?" My expression softened, apology appearing on my face as I immediately cast a spell and added Blood Robes to them.
The two were bathed in red light, their bodies gradually recovering, but at the same time they stared at each other in astonishment, utterly baffled by whatever act I was putting on.
"You... you're Xia Yitian? The City God of Water Town? Zhou Ying's grandson?" He Jingang's eyes widened, though he still sounded uncertain.
"I am Xia Yitian... Seniors, we must have had a misunderstanding. We're family, yet we ended up fighting..." I said sheepishly.
"Good heavens, this is too ridiculous! The flood has washed into the Dragon King's temple! What a muddled fight!" He Jingang scratched his head, floated over, and circled me, looking me up and down. After a while, he said, "Who would've thought? Who would've thought! Baishun said you were just a little kid who'd entered the Dao. How are you this powerful? The two of us brothers couldn't even beat you!"
"Not brothers. Fellow disciples!" Duan Xiyi corrected him, the corners of his mouth curling with disdain. He had been utterly suppressed in his spell battle with Xijun, and was clearly unhappy that she had the Blood Robes.
Xijun did not care in the slightest. Victory was an everyday occurrence for her, and winning was winning, no matter how it was done.
"Seniors, please don't take offense. I was too rash. I thought some faction was causing trouble." I spoke sincerely. In truth, how could I have imagined that these two ghosts would attack me outright?
The two ghosts also looked embarrassed. He Jingang laughed. "It's not your fault, it's not your fault. We were the ones trying to rob you first. The underworld isn't like the mortal world—we're not exactly friendly