"People say little ghosts are hard to deal with, but this doesn't apply here with me, the village chief; all the troublesome ones get killed! The ones left behind will naturally be obedient."
Jiang Dali sat on the palanquin, his eyes like cold electricity sweeping over the man below who was incessantly kowtowing. He smiled faintly and waved his hand, "Looking at you, you should be a follower of Guang Chengzi. Now, go inform him for me, tell Guang Chengzi an old friend has come to visit."
The thin, kowtowing man on the ground was shocked upon hearing this, realizing the flood had rushed into the Dragon King Temple.
The fierce man before him, akin to a Demon God, dared to kill in the territory of Fallen Immortals. It turns out he is an old acquaintance of Guang Chengzi, rendering them unworthy to speak in his presence, yet they dared to boast, and being killed was merely their folly.
