It was a child clad in white. Though called a child, his face was already mature; only his body remained that of a youngster. Two topknots shot skyward from his head, and two large red circles had been painted onto his deathly pale cheeks.
He wore a small white robe. There were no pupils in his eyes, only a darkness black enough to swallow everything.
The instant that small shadow appeared in the main hall, Zhao Gan felt an indescribable chill run through his body, as though icy cold had seeped out from between his bones.
"You do have some skill."
The little ghost child ignored everyone around him. He merely raised his head and looked at Su Che above.
"Likewise."
Su Che replied blandly.
The ghost child before him possessed genuine Reverted Elixir cultivation. Moreover, in terms of the density of his yin energy and the grandeur of his magical power, he was absolutely above even Ghost Cry.
Among all the Reverted Elixir cultivators Su Che had fought or encountered, this ghost child before him deservedly ranked among the top three.
With such an expert stationed in Wushi City, no wonder the Eight-Armed Ghost King had dared to completely let go of Wushi City.
Su Che believed that if this ghost creature were willing, he could slaughter every living being in Wushi City within three days at most.
The ghost child looked at Su Che with great interest.
"You shouldn't be from the Azure Void Sect. Their people wouldn't possess the kind of gloomy aura you have. Nor could you possibly be from the Buddha Realm—you carry the sharp edge of a sword cultivator. But if you're from the Eastern Sea, that doesn't seem quite right either."
"I know. Are you from the Beimang Ghost Ancestor Palace?"
This ghost