"Oh, that's right."
"I also brought someone with me, barely alive and on the brink of death."
Yao Qing, accompanied by Bai Xiao, arrived at a clearing in the woods. There, a bloodied black-clad figure was lying on the ground, with a gaping wound in the chest, breathing faintly.
It was none other than Evil Ghost Face!
"Still not dead, what a tough life."
Seeing Ghost Mask, Bai Xiao couldn't help but comment on the other's cockroach-like vitality. But the next second, his eyes lit up slightly; Ghost Mask not being dead was actually a good thing. The other had been influenced by his Demon Bird Secret Book, and he had just strengthened that influence. Perhaps, he could implant a Demon Seed and take him as a hound.
The Profession of Martial Arts Hall Master was something Bai Xiao had always been thinking about.
