But what Su Qing hadn't expected was that Lu Xiaotian's gaze was as sharp as ever, and he had recognized her even like this. Su Qing's heart had nearly leaped out of her chest. Yet after that brief flash of joy, boundless fear surged over her like a rising tide.
Senior Brother Lu had actually recognized her. But Su Qing didn't dare let him see her hideous face as it was now.
Su Qing wanted to reveal herself to Lu Xiaotian, but her feet moved against her will. More than anything, she wanted to flee—to escape somewhere Lu Xiaotian couldn't see her.
"Junior Sister Su, now that I've found you, do you think I'll just let you leave? Where can you go in this Blood-Colored Forbidden Land?" Lu Xiaotian moved in a flash and blocked her path.
Su Qing covered her hideous skull face and turned to flee again, but a hand had settled on her shoulder, leaving her unable to move another inch.
"Come back with me."
"Senior Brother Lu, I can't go back." At last, Su Qing stopped disguising her voice and let out a forlorn sigh.
"The three thousand great paths all lead to the same destination. The ghost path is a path too. Why cling to the fact that you've become one of the ghost race?" Lu Xiaotian comforted her. He truly didn't care much whether she was part of the ghost race or not.
"Humans and ghosts walk different paths. You don't need to comfort me, Senior Brother." Su Qing's voice was low. Humans and ghosts could hardly coexist, because their cultivation environments were entirely different. Human cultivators absorbed spiritual energy, though there were a few exceptions, like the Extermination Yin Corpse Old Freak.
The human race had good reason to regard the ghost race