C87 Coughing
Upon seeing the ghostly apparition, Qi Xiao felt not a trace of fear. Ridiculous, he thought. As a cultivator, if he were to fear a mere specter, what would be the point of his spiritual journey? Besides, this was no ordinary ghost.
Yet, the eerie visage of the ghost head captured Qi Xiao's attention. It was clear that Hsiao Yi had never been the target of foul play