Yans Ruohong felt extremely depressed. Two house servants had just died in the mansion, and now Wang Xiaoqiang came to ask him to fulfill a ten-year promise. Truly, misfortunes do not come singly.
"Master, this ghost disturbance has even reached our mansion!" The head guard said indignantly. "It's really getting out of hand."
"This isn't a ghost, it's a Ghost Cultivator..." Yans Ruohong sighed. "Tell your brothers not to go out tonight, or they'll bear the consequences themselves..."
"Yes." The head guard cupped his fists. "But, Master, what if the Ghost Cultivators come to kill, then we..."
"What are you afraid of? Didn't an Immortal Venerable with a Fourfold Body just arrive? With him in the mansion, there's nothing to fear from those Ghost Cultivators." Yans Ruohong suddenly felt emboldened, his tone becoming bold, somewhat like a fox borrowing the tiger's might.
