บท 1981: Untitled

Dugu Yamo was the most curious of them all.

Since the ghost king could be reasonable at times, she asked tentatively, "Your Grace, what's going on with Master Si Basi? Why is he bowing?"

That was the scariest part!

The most capable man on the grassland and a top cultivator on the continent was bowing to a Spiritual Elder girl. How humiliating was that?!

The others were as curious as Dugu Yamo was.

The ghost king looked around the room. In the end, his gaze landed on Ranmil. "Do you consider Feng Wu a rival?"

Ranmil clenched her fists.

What was that supposed to mean? And why was he looking at her like that?

Was he suggesting that she wasn't as good as Feng Wu?!

The thought only enraged Ranmil even more.

Fighting back her anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes. Feng Wu is talented and lucky. Even Master Si Basi is competing to become her master now. But —"