"Do you want it or not?" Fei Sheng asked again. Luo Qian did not know whether to trust him. From the start, Fei Sheng had worked with the others to box him in. Still, answering would cost him nothing. Luo Qian glanced at him and nodded slightly. Fei Sheng smiled again. "Good!"
Luo Qian held out little hope. Even if Fei Sheng let him through now, the leaders had pulled too far ahead. The Six Howls were magnificent steeds, but even they could not catch up. "Heh. Remember what I said? You're all right, and I'd look after you during the race." Fei Sheng was plainly a child, yet he liked to speak like an old man. Luo Qian gave him a helpless look. "You must think it's too late, right?" Fei Sheng asked. Luo Qian did not deny it.
Fei Sheng smiled mysteriously. "Then let me show you what a miracle looks like!" As soon as he spoke, the scene before Luo Qian abruptly changed. The people and carriages surrounding him turned into hazy shadows. Behind him, Fei Sheng and his unremarkable carriage suddenly surged forward. Luo Qian was startled. Fei Sheng's carriage was about to crash into him. He hurried to dodge, but Fei Sheng was so fast that by the time the thought entered his mind, the carriage was already upon him. Strangely, the expected collision never came.
Luo Qian stared in shock. Wearing that deliberately inscrutable smile, Fei Sheng slammed straight into him, and his shadow merged with Luo Qian's body—spirit possession! Was that not a Ghost Cultivator's signature skill? But in the Immortal Realm, that trick was supposed to have stopped working!
Luo Qian's astonishment was beyond words. After Fei Sheng and his carriage merged with him, the Six Howls suddenly let out a heaven-shaking