At the Raven's squawk, Yue Shuang, Ghost King, suddenly revealed a girl's frailty and fearfully dodged the Raven.
Her autumn-water eyes gazed at Lin Bai, stirring pity in anyone who saw them. Although the Raven was roaring angrily, Yue Shuang, Ghost King, knew that Lin Bai was the one who truly called the shots. If she wanted to escape, she would have to tempt Lin Bai. Besides, that Raven was only three inches long—what use could it be?
Yue Shuang, Ghost King, feigned weakness and pleaded bitterly, "I don't know what I did wrong to provoke Senior. Please forgive me. This lowly woman is a ghost cultivator, and cultivation is no easy thing. Please spare my life and preserve my Ling Zhi..."
Lin Bai said nothing. Although he heard Yue Shuang, Ghost King, pleading so pitifully, he remained silent from beginning to end.
"All right, all right, stop pretending to be pitiful. Can you not? Your acting is truly pathetic!" The Raven glared at Yue Shuang, Ghost King, and roared indignantly. "You don't need to beg him anymore. The one calling the shots now is yours truly!"
The Raven shouted arrogantly at Yue Shuang, Ghost King, looking as though he were telling her that if she refused to submit, he would make her Soul Body scatter and perish.
A sharp glint appeared deep in Yue Shuang, Ghost King's eyes. She had already seen that the Raven was a Demon Race creature impervious to soft words or hard threats. Tempting a Demon Race creature was far more difficult than tempting a human. Humans had the seven emotions and six desires and were easier to bewitch. Perhaps if she acted weak and pitiful, this human might soften and release her.
But tempting a Demon Race creature was simply too difficult. Although Demon