"Kid, don't agree so quickly; with your level of Daoist cultivation, I fear you won't be able to help me. Better ask your master to come forward."
As 'Wang Mengyao's' eyes flashed with a ghostly gleam again, Granny Wang had just finished her sentence when a wave of coldness rushed towards Ye Xiaofei.
Although Ye Xiaofei was new to the practice, he was well-versed in Daoist arts. He instinctively took several steps back—helpless to do otherwise—since Granny Wang harbored deep resentment that was too intense for him to bear.
It was still due to his insufficient practice. Otherwise, why would he need to fulfill Granny Wang's wish? He could have just sent a talisman her way, and that would disperse her into nothingness.
Of course, Old Wang would need to prepare himself to be the person with white hair sending off the one with black hair.
"Old lady, 'better deceive a gray-haired man than a poor young man,' just tell me your conditions."
