Before he was done explaining, a sudden rush of cold wind interrupted him. "Fan Qianshi, I did not know about that part of your plan," an icy voice could be heard echoing in the air.
A lady in a green dress arrived at the scene. The demon made her way here in time to hear the story.
She was still carrying Gu Xijiu's body, but her aura was completely different. Nonetheless, her face remained the same.
A layer of dark energy surrounded her body while the resentful spirits terrifyingly continued their ghastly howls.
Surprisingly, she seemed aware of their conversation, as observed from her boiling rage. She looked at Fan Qianshi fixedly with a sense of hostility. "Bastard! How dare you challenge me!?"
Fan Qianshi was dumbstruck. Things had taken a very sharp turn for him.