"Young Master Xu, your name must not truly be that, is it? Ghost Ridge Palace, the Demon Cultivation Sect in the north that's currently embroiled in war?"
Han Ruyan felt slightly unwell witnessing the scene before her. The method of seizing another's body was indeed characteristic of a demon cultivator.
She had also heard legends about Ghost Ridge Palace.
This Demon Sect was quite famous in Qingzhou, especially with the recent battles at Golden Sand River and the ongoing sect wars. If Qingzhou had a popularity ranking, then the name Ghost Ridge Palace would certainly be on the list.
"My name is not for you to inquire about if it is unnecessary."
The injuries on Su Jie's body were healing at a rapid pace, with new flesh sprouting and torn skin knitting itself back together smoothly.
The regenerative power inherited from the thousand-hand centipede was taking effect, once more agitating Han Ruyan's senses.
