Who knew how much patience Wu had needed to stop himself from drawing his blade and chopping the man in front of him to pieces?
He forced himself to stop thinking about it, because it made him feel like an idiot.
An idea flashed through his mind: should he send the Starving Ghost down to explain everything to Jiang Cheng, and tell him that the snow had been the ghost's idea all along and had nothing to do with him?
Then he could give the Starving Ghost a good beating right in front of Jiang Cheng. That would give him a graceful way out.
But a moment later, Wu abandoned the idea.
Jiang Cheng wasn't Fatty. He wasn't so easy to fool.
Wu still wore an indifferent expression. With a thought, he ordered the Starving Ghost to stop using its powers. It had already been found out, so there was no point in continuing.
It wasn't his fault. If anyone was to blame, it was Jiang Cheng for having no sense of romance. Who would've thought he'd even check the weather forecast? Wu certainly hadn't.
But what happened next made Wu frown.
The snow outside... was still falling.
It showed no sign of stopping. If anything, it was coming down harder and harder.
How could this be?
Wu continued issuing orders to the Starving Ghost, but what chilled him was that the ghost seemed to have slipped out of his control. It refused to obey him and did the exact opposite instead.
This had never happened before.
Wu's figure vanished from the bedroom in an instant.
When he appeared again, he was on the roof of the building, at the center of the blizzard. A massive snow tornado rose into the sky, and a tall, gaunt figure flickered in and