C22 Strange Murder

"Red-robed specter! And its spiritual practice spans over a century!" Xing Mo, noting Mao Butong's sincerity, filled him in on the red-robed woman's background.

"Such profound spiritual depth!" Mao Butong gulped down his saliva in awe.

Faced with a red-robed specter of a hundred years, the trinkets he possessed were far from sufficient to challenge it