Holy King was within his own body, but he had no control. He understood everything about what happened just now, and his current feelings toward Long Yan were complex.
"Thank you."
The expression on Holy King's face was somewhat resentful. Originally, he had planned to venture out for experience and then return to challenge Long Yan, but unexpectedly, he was possessed by a thousand-year-old resentful spirit during an adventure.
Since then, some time had passed, and he, not good at mental defense, had no way to compete with the resentful spirit for control of his body, until now, when he met Long Yan.
"There's nothing to thank me for."
Long Yan shook his head, although the two of them had grievances, they were after all senior brothers of the same sect; the word "thank you" seemed too distant.
Holy King's expression was complicated, and Long Yan did not know what he was thinking.
"Right."
Holy King's voice suddenly heightened.
