The villagers once again confirmed that the ghost was no longer moving, and their tension eased. Hearing my inquiry about the Great Immortal, they began searching around.
"The Great Immortal is over here." From the back of the crowd, someone shouted, and all eyes turned in that direction. Then, the villagers stepped back, clearing a space around where the Great Immortal was.
At this moment, the Great Immortal was somewhat disheveled, unconcerned with whether the ground was dirty or not, he sat down, gasping heavily, sweat beads as large as soybeans apparent on his cheeks.
"Great Immortal, what happened to you? Is it because you don't have a Magic Artifact in your hand, so you can't subdue the ghostly steed that I brought here? Hmm, how about this, I'll stand aside, and you use the items on the ritual altar to destroy that ghost, how does that sound?" I raised my eyebrows at the Great Immortal.
