Wu Bu, overlooked by the ghost, couldn't help but show a look of annoyance.
Despite his young and reckless nature and being deeply favored by the Sect Master, he had adhered to the righteous rules during his many years of cultivation and always looked down upon these sinister and deceitful paths.
He couldn't help but snort coldly, "Just because you are a ghost spirit favored by the Young Master doesn't mean you are anything special. What are you so proud of? I am nothing like your ghostly kind, and in the future, I am to become a man of the Thirteen Swords, destined to live under the light of righteousness. A sin-bearing ghost like you isn't even worthy to talk to me."
Hongying turned half her face toward him, the black veil lifted by the wind revealing a deathly pale chin and lips.
Her high, spirited nose was wrapped layer upon layer with a blindfold, a palm's width across, almost covering half her face.
