"Master! It's the Demon Killing Buddhist Incantation! It's the ultimate Demon Killing Buddhist Incantation!" The little one, who was initially standing on the far end of the wall collecting aura of resentment, was startled while holding a gourd in its arms. It slowly turned its head toward Jing Wushuang who was standing next to it.
Jing Wushuang's body had always been unwell, but never this bad. Cloaked in a pure white fur coat, his lips were pale as he looked into the distance. He appeared to be mumbling to himself. "Yes, the ultimate Demon Killing Buddhist Incantation, I didn't think that her powers could grow so quickly…"
