Wu Xin was puzzled. He did not understand why his master was angry over something that had long since passed. Since his master was angry, all he could do was lower his head and accept it.
Yet the Ghost Doctor could not swallow his anger. Pointing at him, he rebuked, "Why didn't you tell me about this afterward?"
Wu Xin raised his head. "Afterward, I heard that Niu Youdao had already died in the Sacred Realm. This disciple felt the matter was over. Besides, I had gone against Master's instructions, so out of private shame, I had no face to say more to Master."
The Ghost Doctor said hatefully, "Has water gotten into your brain? You created a fake Niu Youdao, and then Niu Youdao died in the Sacred Realm. Don't you suspect there was something wrong with that?"
Wu Xin asked in startled doubt, "Could Master suspect that Niu Youdao faked his death? The Sacred Realm was tightly sealed off. How could the fake Niu Youdao possibly have gotten in?"
"You..." The Ghost Doctor did not even know what to say to him. The people involved had been turning clouds into rain with a flip of their hands. When they clashed, it was a collision between forces of immense power. Could the entrance and exit of a mere Sacred Realm stop others? Could it stop those people?
They had said before that they had a way to get him, the Ghost Doctor, into the Sacred Realm. What problem could there be in getting a fake Niu Youdao inside?
But forget it. He no longer wanted to lay it all bare. He merely gave a stern warning, "The two of you are to let this matter rot in your stomachs. You must not mention it to anyone. Treat it as