Xiao Yu raised his hand.
But after agonizing over it for a long time, he finally lowered it.
He couldn't bring himself to do it.
Of the two ghosts who had just been chatting pleasantly and playing chess, only one remained.
Xiao Yu truly couldn't bring himself to do it.
"I'm sorry about Old Mo, but he harbored evil intentions and deserved to die. I couldn't possibly spare him knowing he was bent on possessing someone. But you're different, Mr. Jiang Yue. You're not that bad."
"You shouldn't grieve and despair over an evil ghost, either. You're just afraid of loneliness. Please come with me. I'll introduce you to some new friends."
They said you could do something once or twice, but not a third time.
Yet this was already Xiao Yu's third invitation to him.
"We spent decades together. Even if he was an evil ghost, he was still my only old friend... Say no more, young man. Make it quick. Otherwise, I'll inevitably turn demonic someday. You wouldn't want me to possess one of your loved ones one day, would you?"
"Sigh!"
When he left the Secret Realm.
Xiao Yu's face was filled with melancholy.
Although he had acquired many cultivation methods and pills, along with another enormous supply of assorted spiritual herbs he could never use up.
He couldn't feel happy at all.
Those two ghosts were the first cultivators he had ever encountered besides himself.
He had killed them before they had exchanged much of anything.
He hadn't divined much of the information he wanted, either.
Actually, Xiao Yu could have trapped Jiang Yue and imprisoned him, then waited until his power improved to tell his fortune and thoroughly uncover secrets even Jiang Yue himself didn't know.
But doing that...
Would have been far too