C525 Swordsman xiahou

The cold stars and the moonlight were covered by the Pagoda tree at the back of the mountain.

It was already late at night, Li Ren was seated in the side room, muttering to himself, "This shouldn't be, why haven't there been any female ghosts forcing me?"

The room was covered in dust and spider webs the size of knuckles.

Li Ren rubbed his chin, his eyes lighting up