"Given the Corpse Ghost Daoist's temperament, he will definitely come."
"That's right. The Corpse Ghost Daoist is notoriously ferocious, and those who offend him never meet a good end. Years ago, a major Upper Grade Sect in our Lei Province was annihilated just because someone spoke ill of the Corpse Ghost Daoist behind his back. A single sentence sent him on a rampage, so what do you think he'll do in a situation like this?"
The crowd buzzed with discussion, certain that with the Evil Spirit Sect having suffered such devastating losses, the Corpse Ghost Daoist was bound to emerge.
But despite this certainty, many were left wondering: what gave Ning Jiang the confidence to confront the Corpse Ghost Daoist?
All eyes turned to Ning Jiang. He was seated cross-legged in the void, his eyes closed in meditation.
He had been sitting like that for a full day and night.
Everyone could tell that Ning Jiang was deliberately waiting for the Corpse Ghost Daoist.
