Helian Wei Wei's prediction was right.
Although Jing Wushuang was injured, his speed did not slow down at all.
He had an intrinsic ability to reform demons.
One could easily tell by looking at the ghost baby who has been following him around for hundreds of years.
"Young Master." The ghost baby carried the gourd on his back, dark circles could be seen around its eyes. Worried, he looked at Jing Wushuang and said, "Let's take a break first, we're almost there anyway."
Jing Wushuang coughed heavily, his breathing was becoming uneven. Despite that, he still insisted on moving forward with Ni Feng.
He did not utter a word.
His warm face had never looked so desolated before.
The injury on his arm kept bleeding continuously.
