Yang Fan was so nervous he was about to die; his little heart seemed to leap right up to his throat.
But the girl he mistook for the Ghost King didn't trouble him. Instead, she used a fabric sash to sweep up those mysterious entities and stuffed them all into the mist swirling behind her.
The countless mysterious forces in the mountains and forests were completely cleared with just a few flicks of the girl's sash.
Her speed was incomparably faster than Yang Fan's, rendering any comparison meaningless.
Yang Fan began to carefully retreat, planning to sneak away while this girl wasn't paying attention.
But before he could take a few steps, the girl finished dealing with all the mysterious entities. The mist beneath her feet spread out, and she appeared right in front of Yang Fan.
Yang Fan was startled, instantly freezing where he stood, as all the hairs on his body stood on end.
