The Cultivator was a middle-aged man. As for whether he was from the Holy Land?
'Probably not. The man isn't handsome.'
He didn't fit Su Qi's description of handsome men.
But Jiang Zuo had no interest in him. He was here to see the Ghost Cultivation Mark.
Soon, Jiang Zuo passed everyone and arrived at the bedside.
On the bed lay Xiaoye, her face pale. Her mother was watching over her from the side, looking just as haggard.
In Jiang Zuo's eyes, he could see that Xiaoye showed no signs of being converted.
Or rather, the mark itself wasn't very active. The reason its aura was leaking was simply because this girl, Xiaoye, was born with a weak constitution.
The Ghost Cultivation Mark was of a cold, yin nature. A normal person couldn't possibly resist its debilitating effects, let alone a little girl who was already frail and sickly.
So, before the Ghost Cultivation Mark could even activate, its aura had already begun to leak out.
'This isn't good for the Ghost Cultivators.'
