"It's not difficult to get rid of Wang Xiaoqiang, as he is no threat to me, but to eliminate that Ye Feng, with my current abilities, it might still be a bit of a stretch."
Nighttime.
Yang Jian was alone on the fifth floor of the villa, standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the brightly lit Dachang City, deep in thought.
"Battling it out with Ye Feng might kill him, but the toll on myself would be heavy, and that's not a wise move. Even if I use the Ghost Mirror to resurrect once... it comes with significant risks."
Resurrection through the Ghost Mirror should only be a last resort, never something to rely on.
He harbored great reservations in his heart.
For example, whether the ghosts in his body would remain after resurrection, or whether he'd end up like Zhang Wei, grabbed by the hands inside the Ghost Mirror, unable to escape, leading to a failed resurrection.
