'Could it really be a misunderstanding? Did I get it all wrong?'
Zhao Yuan's brow furrowed. Without jumping to conclusions, he quietly retrieved an Enchanting Talisman from his Storage Ring Space. He jabbed the tip of the Stone Blade—already pressed against Ying Ji's neck—at the Baihui Acupoint on the crown of her head, activating the Enchanting Talisman at the same instant.
The nearby Ghost Spirit saw this and flew into a rage, thinking Zhao Yuan was about to kill its master. It let out a piercing shriek, unleashing a powerful ripple of Qi that shattered every other glass jar in the room!
The Ghost Spirit lunged, ready to charge Zhao Yuan. It was willing to risk being severely wounded by Zhao Yuan's Magical Artifact to save Ying Ji.
Facing the enraged Ghost Spirit, Zhao Yuan didn't bother with defense. He simply roared, "If you dare move, this blade goes right into her skull!"
The imposing Ghost Spirit instantly backed down. It retreated meekly, not daring to make a rash move.
