"I understand." The man said directly.
He opened the door and saw the grilled fish and flatbread on the tray at the entrance.
After inspecting the empty hallway and confirming no one was around, he brought the breakfast back into the room.
The moment he turned, his pupils contracted.
Inside the room, a figure had mysteriously appeared wearing a hood, mage robe underneath, and Ink Scale Armor on the outside.
"You..."
Crack~!
The sound of a snapping neck echoed alongside a ghostly scream.
The man's neck was instantly twisted like a pretzel; his breakfast scattered across the floor, while the ghostly 'madam' was suspended mid-air.
She struggled desperately but couldn't break free.
"Who are you?" The madam tried to guess but still questioned skeptically.
"We met at the banquet. Did you forget me so soon?" Wu Heng removed his hood.
"Wu Heng!"
It was indeed him. The ghost still looked shocked.
After speaking, she began to struggle violently once more.
