A wish?
A bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
He reaches out for the pistol at his waist, only to find the entire study enveloped in a light screen. He feels paralyzed, unable to move even a finger.
Basen, standing next to him, freezes in place as if being put on standby.
"Your progress is rapid. In a short period of time, I may find it hard to control you."
Now, Yazde no longer resembles a humble gentleman. Despite his upright attire, white gloves, and walking stick, he exudes an air of cunningness.
Like a venomous snake hiding its fangs.
"What do you mean by 'having no grievance'?," Wu Heng asked.
Yazde merely smiled. "You guessed."
"Are you referring to you wanting to become a 'Corpse Ghost'?"
Yazde went stiff, his eyes full of surprise. "It seems you've gathered some knowledge through other means."
So there was indeed an internal traitor.
All pieces fell into place.
