Because whether it was beauty or demeanor, An Yan utterly dominated all the women present.
At that moment, Xue An looked down at the masked Ghost Cultivator he was stepping on and said indifferently, "Now, I will ask and you will answer. If your responses do not satisfy me, you will bear the consequences. Understand?"
"Understood, understood!" The masked Ghost Cultivator hastily cried out.
"What is your name?"
"My lord, my name is Gui Rong, and the Ghost Yin that you killed earlier was my fellow disciple!"
Xue An kicked another Ghost Cultivator beside him with his foot, "And who is this guy?"
Before Gui Rong could speak, this Ghost Cultivator already screamed frantically, "My lord, my name is Qi Shu. This Gui Rong is my boss!"
"Boss?"
Gui Rong quickly said with a flattering smile, "My lord, I am merely a minor leader within the Ghost Alliance! This Qi Shu is indeed my subordinate."
Ghost Alliance?
