New Goal

"..."

After a long silence, Daoist Zhan Yi found himself somewhat at a loss as to how to describe his feelings.

The instant he saw that wronged soul erupt with an inauspicious aura, he had even thought that the reason Lanwu Gorge had become so dangerous was because of it. He had even prepared himself for the possibility that Jiang Beiran had already been controlled by this ghost, and that he might lose his life here.

But just as he had emptied out everything he had and was ready to stake it all on one desperate fight, that wronged soul had suddenly given him a simple, guileless grin.

Feeling that his palm was still slick with sweat, Daoist Zhan Yi swallowed a huge mouthful of saliva and cautiously looked toward Gu Liangren.

By then, Orange Cat had already withdrawn its attacking posture and returned to Gu Liangren's arms. Sensing Daoist Zhan Yi's gaze, it gave a lazy "meow."

"Trustworthy," Gu Liangren said, bouncing his pectorals twice.

Only after hearing those two words did Daoist Zhan Yi's taut nerves finally loosen a little, and he began breathing in great gulps.

In truth, Jiang Beiran had not expected Da Hu to scare the four Ghost Cultivators to such a degree. Or, more precisely, Jiang Beiran had not expected Da Hu to be able to erupt with such a terrifying aura now.

Could it be that the Yin Qi of those hundreds of thousands of wronged souls was all absorbed by Da Hu?

Jiang Beiran had not expected things to develop like this either. After all, his understanding of ghosts truly was not very deep.

"Master... Master Jiang, could this be your Ghost General?" When Daoist Zhan Yi asked the question, the look he cast at Jiang Beiran even carried a hint of