Zhao Wenrong stared blankly as Ying Niang transformed into a fierce ghost, lunging at him. He had already closed his eyes, ready to meet his end.
Well, if it can't be helped, turning into a ghost is better than disappearing into smoke, isn't it?
A bit regretful though, why didn't I directly invite that Daoist back? One careless move and the whole game is lost...
This Young Master Lu is still too young. If he had been more cautious and invited a few of his sect elders, things wouldn't have come to risking his own life here.
Zhao Wenrong sighed lightly, awaiting his soul to leave his body and transform into a ghost.
Hmm, I'll have to get along with Ying Niang in the future, must change my mindset and get along well with her.
Feeling a pat on his shoulder, Zhao Wenrong slowly opened his eyes and forced a smile.
"Ying... huh?"
Before his eyes stood Lu Zheng, looking at him with a strange expression.
