"Eryao, are you saying Huang Chen is already dead? Turned into a ghost cultivator and came here?" Jiang Tang did not take pleasure in his enemy's misfortune, thinking that rivals must certainly die.
In this world without rule of law for cultivators, dying and then being able to continue cultivating, like these ghosts creating mischief in the space, killing not humans but demonic beasts, also gave the impression that they were plotting something sinister.
Jiang Tang believed that the brash Huang Chen, who pressured others into high cultivation but lacked the ability himself, wouldn't stoop to creating a plague.
If the person who created the plague that killed his family and villagers was someone behind Huang Chen, then why did Huang Chen die as well?
It was a complete mystery, one that Jiang Tang couldn't understand. His enemy had died, yet was now before him, and previously he couldn't wait to seek revenge.
