"It's me." Yun Qi calmly walked into the pavilion.
Yun Qiuce followed behind and said to Lu Zhao, "Qi had long guessed that Zhou Yi was up to something, so we were already here waiting."
"You're that so-called 'Little Master,' turns out you're just a child." Zhou Yi waved his hand.
Three dense black smoke clouds drifted out from behind Lu Zhao and the others, merging into one, forming a sinister green-faced fierce ghost that bared its claws at Yun Qi.
"Daring to provoke me, you must have a death wish."
Zhou Yi snorted coldly, and the green-faced fierce ghost lunged at Yun Qi.
Seeing this, the Yun Qiuce behind quickly dodged behind Lu Zhao.
Lu Zhao screamed in terror, "Little Master, be careful, Young Master Yun, how can you let the Little Master face this alone..."
Before finishing, Yun Qi waved a hand, and the green-faced fierce ghost was instantly pinned in mid-air, unable to move.
