Wei Family estate, a guest room in a side courtyard.
Ye Jin stood with his back to the door. On the wall facing him, blood trickled down the seams between the bricks, and the chunks of flesh stuck to it had yet to dry.
It was his blood.
Clutching his chest, Ye Jin drew a ragged breath. This was the result of that "Strange Ghost" dying.
After becoming an Altar Master of the Nine Evil Sect, he had hit a bottleneck at third inner qi, his strength stagnating for years.
He had spent three whole years, consuming countless precious medicinal treasures and spiritual materials, along with the corpse of a martial artist at third inner qi completion, to create that "Strange Ghost" using the sect's secret method.
Now it was simply gone, killed by Yi Yang.
The instant the Strange Ghost was slain, a backlash had exploded deep inside his mind, wrenching at his consciousness and making him spit out a great mouthful of blood and fragments of his organs.
Just what cultivation level had Yi Yang reached?
Even the "Strange Ghost," which rivaled a martial artist at third inner qi completion, could do nothing against him. Hadn't it gone perfectly smoothly when he sent it to deal with Director Su, killing him in a single blow?
Yet tonight, that sixty-year-old man had actually killed it!
At that thought, Ye Jin raised a hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, leaving a dark red streak on the back of his hand.
Before Ye Jin could puzzle it out, another nerve in his mind suddenly sounded a warning.
He remembered that Yi Yang belonged to the Heaven Patrol Office!
Ye Jin had been ordered to lie low here for the sake of the grand scheme that lord was quietly advancing.