The Chen couple stayed overnight at the foot of Baofeng Mountain. Although Ma Daoist had been killed by Zhang Yan, they could not help but feel uneasy. Especially Chen Jishi, who startled awake multiple times throughout the night, drenched in cold sweat, each time dreaming of Ma Daoist turning into a vengeful ghost to come seek his heart and liver.
Mrs. Chen, however, was not in the least afraid. She understood her husband and reassured him, saying, "Husband, there's no need to fret. Zhang Daoist's Daoist boy is guarding the door outside. Forget vengeful ghosts getting in—they wouldn't even make it to our door before being killed again."
Those words were just idle chatter. Not to mention that a Primordial Spirit without cultivation lacks the ability to harm, even a truly ferocious soul wouldn't dare bring calamity upon itself by stirring trouble beneath Baofeng Temple, at the foot of Jurong Mountain.
Nevertheless, these words were enough to ease Chen Jishi's anxious heart.
