Master Qingbu, on the other hand, held out the longest since he had not yet fully transformed into a Ghost Cultivator.
"I… I…"
His heart was filled with endless grievances, but he ultimately said nothing.
Master Qingbu never imagined that an ordinary outing would become an unavoidable calamity in his life. Faced with a chasm-like gap in power, his desire to survive led him to fall from grace. He accepted the task of scheming against the Core Formation cultivators of Qingbu Square, forcing them to descend into being Ghost Cultivators as well.
But fate, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor, for Lü Zhong had appeared out of nowhere.
'If only... if only you had appeared back then, how wonderful that would have been!' The thought surfaced in Master Qingbu's mind. He couldn't help but look up at his former comrades, only to see them all glaring at him with hostility. He let out a heavy sigh in his heart, then slowly raised his right hand and slapped it against his own forehead.
