"But those are specters, ghosts... Master..." Wu Anning said worriedly.
"It's fine. Whatever they are, if someone else can deal with them, why can't we?" Lin Hui said calmly.
Wu Anning looked a little more composed, but her eyes still betrayed her concern.
"But..."
"Have the Rough Martial Artists stay. Send everyone else home," Lin Hui instructed.
'Based on the earlier conversation between those three, tonight might be my first real chance to see the deeper layers of this world. To avoid harming any innocents, it's best to send the Elite Martial Artists home.'
"Yes..." Wu Anning nodded and quickly left to make the arrangements.
Soon, night fell.
The night watchman, beating his gong, passed by outside the walls.
Lin Hui and Xie Tie Niu stood together, guarding the body of the latter's father, waiting for whatever change the night would bring.
This was Lin Hui's first true contact with a mystical power other than a Mutant Body, right from the very beginning of an incident.
