Zhao Hai rode on his magic horse and slowly walked forward. He had only stayed a night in the Wu family before leaving. The Wu family was just a subsidiary family of the tyrant's blade school. There was really nothing good to stay in, and he still had a mission.
Zhao Hai didn't think that the appearance of the ghost cultivator was a coincidence. Otherwise, the two elders yin and yang wouldn't be so nervous.
However, these things were still too far away from him. Even if the ghost cultivators really made a big move, he couldn't help much with his current strength. This time, there were only five ghost cultivators, and he couldn't deal with them, let alone the more powerful ghost cultivators.
