Xia Xin said, "Isn't it? Those two Mao Jiang didn't stand a chance in front of the Ancestor!"
As Xia Xin spoke, he couldn't help but engage in some flattery.
Master Wu listened intently.
Fu'er glanced at the animated Xia Xin and muttered, "As long as they're zombies, they'd fear the Ancestor. Being subdued by the Ancestor is only natural."
Xia Xin and Master Wu turned their heads at the sound of Fu'er's voice.
Xia Xin hadn't heard clearly, "Fu'er, what did you just say? Who's afraid of whom?"
Fu'er coughed and waved his hand, "It's nothing. I was just saying it's late, and I want to rest. Why don't you guys chat outside?"
Hearing this, Xia Xin felt puzzled.
Fu'er is a ghost, does he even need to rest?
However, Xia Xin didn't think much of it.
It was indeed late, so he said, "Let's all rest. I still need to book a flight ticket and head to Yan Mountain with the Ancestor tomorrow."
