"Ji, Ji Tian?!"
Song Yongheng froze, his face turning deathly pale in an instant. Even the color drained from his lips in a heartbeat.
Then, as if he'd seen a ghost in broad daylight, he staggered backward several steps. His foot caught on something, and he fell flat on his backside.
What in the world was going on?
Had he seen a ghost in broad daylight?
Wasn't Ji Tian supposed to have gone out on a mission and been killed by a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the White Lotus Sect? The whole sect had been abuzz with the news, and everyone had sworn it was true. So who was the person standing right in front of him?
A ghost?
Ji Tian looked down at the man sitting on the ground, his expression calm. "Surprised to see me?"
With that, he began walking toward Song Yongheng, unhurried, looking down at the terrified face before him.
"W-what are you going to do?" Song Yongheng's heart shuddered violently. His voice had taken on a plaintive whine, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Images of what had happened on the Duel Platform last time began to flicker through his mind.
Ji Tian didn't answer. He merely looked at him indifferently.
Just then, a pungent smell of urine spread through the air.
Ji Tian raised an eyebrow and lowered his gaze slightly to Song Yongheng's crotch.
At the sight, he couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
He hadn't even done anything, as far as he could tell. The lesson he'd given Song Yongheng last time hadn't quite satisfied him, and he'd meant to tease and scare him a little now that they'd crossed paths again. But he'd never expected Song Yongheng to be this cowardly.
This was downright ridiculous.
Or was the psychological shadow