Ma Zhentao pledged earnestly, yet He Qing nodded in agreement, "You're right. Such a disgusting tactic—I couldn't use it no matter what."
She sighed, appearing to reflect on herself, "After all, I am a Mystic Master. I carry a heavy burden of idolatry." Swallowing ghosts whole and being pressed down and crawled over by them... Eek~~ Just the thought terrifies me!
Mystic Master?
Ma Zhentao was taken aback. Today was the second time he had heard this title. What kind of occupation was this?
After all, his adventure had begun halfway through, and he lacked even a shred of foundation. At this moment, upon hearing the words "Mystic Master," he felt nothing but unfamiliarity.
But that wasn't the point.
"Don't try to change the subject!"
He rebuked He Qing and then swept his hand through the air. The ghosts with indistinct faces, hovering in mid-air, rushed toward him all at once! They let out successive piercing howls, sounding extraordinarily horrifying and terrifying.
