Ghost Mother did not speak again for a long while, but her taking the initiative to show herself had stirred Yun Heng's interest.
The round-faced young man smiled brilliantly. His gaze pierced the layers of cloud, as though he could see the center of the "basin."
That dark, bottomless abyssal rift, spewing endless leaden clouds.
It was as though he could see through the rift, through the mist, through the distortions, and glimpse Ghost Mother's true form hidden within.
He spoke cheerfully, his tone as familiar as if they were old friends of many years.
"Ghost Mother, are you the only one here today?"
The only answer was the fierce wind roaring high in the heavens.
Yun Heng was not discouraged. He asked again, "What, do you really care about this little girl?"
"Her power has exceeded the scope of the lower ranks." Ghost Mother finally stopped remaining silent.
The voice came in layers, vast and mighty, wrapped in a sinister and eerie divine might that rolled over like an enraged tide.
Yun Heng casually waved his hand. The churning clouds surged with it, and in the blink of an eye, that gloomy pressure abruptly fell silent.
He chuckled. "Ghost Mother, you want to fight?"
"Don't forget, you can't even defeat one Zhang Luye."
"As for your master... they're only at the level of being able to defeat two Zhang Luye."
Zhang Luye, who had never managed to get a word in beside them, was covered in question marks.
What, have I become a unit of measurement now?
The awkward silence lasted for more than ten seconds. Ghost Mother's voice sounded again. Though still displeased, it had become far calmer.
She repeated once more, "Yun Heng, her power has exceeded the scope of the lower ranks."
Yun Heng ignored her