Feeling guilty, Ning Xiang hurriedly changed the subject. She shook the Gourd in her hand. "Who is this?"
"Ji Yun, chief of the Bear Tribe, one of the Demon Domain's ten great tribes. Ji Wuyong is also a member of the Bear Tribe."
"What a shame. Ji Wuyong is such a handsome young fellow. Why did he have to be a bear?"
Ning Xiang felt deeply regretful.
Zhu Yu said, "Heh."
The unspoken message: Ji Wuyong is dead.
Ning Xiang poured Ji Yun out.
Ji Yun was dizzy from all the shaking, yet he still managed to look imposing.
"Zhu Yu, I fell into your hands today because my cultivation is inferior to yours. I, Ji Yun, am a man of iron bones. I admit defeat, but don't dream of making me beg for mercy."
"Huh?" Ning Xiang scratched her little head. "Are all you people from the Demon Domain this hard-mouthed and soft-boned?"
Zhu Yu examined the Gourd and asked, "Did the Ghost Lord send you?"
Ji Yun stiffened his neck. "So what if he did? I'm already in your hands. If you want to kill me, do it."
Ning Xiang thought, If you don't understand, ask. Do all demon cultivators have such fiery tempers?
She poked Zhu Yu. "When you kill him later, save the bear paws for me, okay?"
Ji Yun flew into a rage. "Suddenly, I don't want to die!"
"That's up to us. You don't get a say," Ning Xiang said casually.
Zhu Yu called Mingyuan over to use the Soul-Seizing Technique on Ji Yun.
"The Ghost Lord is currently on the Tianyuan Continent."
Before Ning Xiang could send word to her parents, a thunderclap exploded outside. Everyone hurried out of the house.
Ink-black clouds churned, draining the world of color.
Even more demon beasts