"Old Thirty-Seven, what really happened between you and Yuan Daoming back then?" Cheng Xuanzi had always found it peculiar; he was well aware of Qiu Ze's character and knew he wasn't the type who valued loyalty and righteousness.
Qiu Ze remained silent, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Qiu Ze, do you still need me to speak further?" Jiang Xiaobai looked at Qiu Ze with a cold smile.
"Master!"
Qiu Ze also knelt down.
"What, what's wrong with you two? Have you lost your minds? This is Jiang Xiaobai, not our Master! Our Master has passed away!" Cheng Xuanzi shouted.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "When I battled the Ghost King, I was about to win, but at that moment, a Heavenly Tribulation struck me. Fortunately, I managed to retain some of my Primordial Spirit, allowing me to revive in Jiang Xiaobai's body."
