Ling Yun lay on the small waterfall, gazing at the night sky filled with vengeful ghosts. He used his light element to kill them one by one, causing eerie screams to ring continuously in the ears of the people in that area.
Thud
Ling Yun turned to Xue Jing, who had just landed a little distance to his side. "Your actions made it difficult for us to rest; some of them are still afraid of these ghosts."
"Haha." Ling Yun softly laughed before asking her a question. "What do you think about that?"
Xue Jing was not stupid, so she knew the meaning behind Ling Yun's question. Instead of answering his question, she inquired about a different topic. "Do you feel weak because of those two mysterious immortals?"
