"I'm fine, not even a trace of Ghost Ink can touch my clothes."
Xia Liu smiled slightly.
Reflecting back, I consider myself lucky. If Ghost Ink had attacked someone else,
and they couldn't withstand that chilling Ghost Energy, the outcome would have been tragic.
"Indeed! Not even a trace can touch you!"
Upon hearing this news, Xue Ao and Mo Wentian trembled slightly.
They had heard that the Great Elder of the Ghost Gate, Ghost Ink, was a top-tier Qi Cultivation fifteenth-level cultivator.
Within the same rank, if one doesn't have extraordinary skills, it is impossible to escape from his grasp.
Yet with Xia Liu, he couldn't even touch a trace of his clothes.
The terror within that can be imagined!
"So, where is Ghost Ink now?"
Mo Wentian suddenly thought.
Ghost Ink is known for being ruthless, and once he targets someone, he almost never lets go.
But there was no sign of him at the scene.
There must be more to this story.
