Watching the withered appearance of the Faceless Man, Chen Mo felt that he probably hadn't lied, and squeezed his little liver forcefully with his palm.
"Talk, how did you find me?"
The Faceless Man shivered, his face turning bitter.
He was only fifth-grade, unable to separate his Divine Soul from his body. If his physical form was destroyed, he would truly cease to exist!
In theory, Ghost Cultivators are the bane of Martial Cultivators, especially since he was a whole realm above his opponent, yet he ended up being pinned down and ground against the floor...
It was utterly against the natural order!
"I've kicked an iron plate..."
The Faceless Man completely lost his will to fight and confessed honestly.
After listening to his narrative and combining the information he knew, Chen Mo roughly pieced together the course of events.
The Faceless Man was called You Daoist, from the Western Regions Devouring Ghost Sect.
