"Black cloth? Hehehehe!"
The city lord laughed heartily, causing everyone's hair to stand on end.
"Little girl, it's easy to get this skill, swear a Soul Oath, join the Ghost Clan's ranks, and I will teach you!"
"Huh, never mind, the thought makes me nauseous."
Youtong quickly dismissed her previous idea, placing her shield in front of her, and ignoring this annoying figure.
"Big brother, why are you doing this!"
Wu Laoer sighed deeply, reflecting on their affection over thousands of years.
From his words, it was clear that Wu Laoer was bidding farewell to his once big brother, cutting ties with him and renouncing their brotherhood from his day forward.
"My good younger brother, what's the point in struggling in Cloud City? Why not follow me into the way of the Ghost and enjoy wealth and longevity!"
