"Master, we should consider other ways. This is really quite risky for you."
The chiding voice of the spirit of Cave Sky resounded in Feng Qing'an's ears, but he simply ignored it. He was curious to see what kind of demon or monstrous ghost dared to target Nan Ge, and provoke him.
"Do you think a group of evil cultivators who collude with ghosts can hurt me?"
Feng Qing'an laughed coldly. If the Xuanzong of Taoism, or the Mahayana Buddhist Temple were eyeing Nan Ge, he would not hesitate to turn to Dong Huang.
However, the ones targeting Nan Ge happened to be a group of cultivators who used ghost creatures and fought with despicable methods. He could somewhat predict what this sort of cultivator in the chaotic Qi Country would be up to, even without giving it much thought.
