Dongfang Minghui ignored Wei Junlan completely. Someone like me, who's barely ever been in love, could never teach anyone to become a master of romance, she thought. She merely asked Xuanzhu quietly, "Xuanzhu, how powerful are your king-class undead? If they encountered a Spirit Sovereign-level Death Spirit Master, what chance would they have of winning?"
Xuanzhu wore an expression that said, Are you kidding me? "None whatsoever."
Thinking of what had happened to Ding Ding and Little Light, Dongfang Minghui's face instantly clouded with worry. "That's truly awful."
"What!"
A weakling like her didn't even have Ding Ding's fighting strength. If she faced that man, wouldn't she be denied even the chance to fight back? "That man seems to have appeared."
Xuanzhu's expression hardened. She looked at Dongfang Minghui in disbelief, Wei Junlan's incessant chatter suddenly fading from her ears. "Dongfang Minghui, are you talking about the same person I'm thinking of?"
Xuanzhu had never been able to let go of her master's death. Had her master not held those people off back then and allowed her to hide, she would have died long ago too.
That man was a thorn in her heart as well.
Dongfang Minghui gave Xuanzhu a detailed account of the incident at the Thousand Family. "Even Ding Ding never saw him, and Little Light's injuries were inflicted by a Death Spirit Master. Seventh Sister also said she couldn't subdue Ding Ding within a single breath."
Who was Seventh Sister? She possessed a Five-Element Spirit Body found in only one person out of ten thousand, and she had already reached the Spirit Venerable level. Someone capable of easily surpassing Seventh Sister... Judging by all the circumstances, Dongfang Minghui could only think of that man. The final wisp of soul awareness he had left Xiang Jun with