Son?
Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Fei Xuan and Wang Qizheng revealed looks of astonishment.
The Ghoul Specter that had formed... was this old man's son?
"How dare you, a mere mortal, keep phantoms as pets? Aren't you afraid of being devoured by them!" Zhang Fei Xuan glared with wide eyes and said.
Wang Qizheng exclaimed, "This is the Demonic Path itself! No wonder you fed us human flesh. Seeing that we are Qi Cultivators, that human flesh must have been poisoned, so that we would be devoured by this phantom, right? No wonder this village looked off. I bet the entire place is corrupted by the Demonic Path. Senior Brother, let's kill them all!"
This can't be happening.
Phantoms could actually be raised?
Even if they could be, for a mortal to raise a phantom, that took a gutsy audacity that could cover the skies.
The most crucial part was that he was still alive; the village still existed—it was simply inconceivable.
