Qiao Wensong gently withdrew his jade-colored palm and smiled slightly.
Faced with the Five Ghost Kings, even though it was only him and his disciple present, he seemed to show little fear or dread.
Looking down at the young cultivator, who was so scared he sat collapsed on the ground, he said kindly:
"Little brother, don't worry, just tell us what you saw."
The young cultivator was so frightened by Brahma Ghost King's actions that his soul nearly left his body. He glanced at the Five Ghost Kings in terror, only to find their eyes filled with cold malice, making his heart even more fearful.
Qiao Wensong saw the panic in his heart and spoke even more gently:
"Rest assured, I promise as long as I'm here, no one can harm you."
