Feng Cheng's face contorted maniacally, his eyes profoundly abnormal. He Qing looked at his complexion, standing amidst layers of dense, irregular black beads, her eyes twitching fiercely.
This Water Ghost... could he be neurotic?
"It's useless, completely useless."
He muttered, staring viciously at He Qing.
"True, you did save that Chen fellow back then, and it even caused my Spiritual Body to be injured, forcing me to choose such a crippled body."
"But what of it? In the end, the Chen fellow still died by my hands. And by some twist of fate, I unexpectedly didn't know this cripple had a father who was the village chief, and he himself also possessed such intellect... With the right timing, location, and people, I nearly had it all. Look at me now..."
