Werther was astounded. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, wanting to confirm what he was watching was real or not.
'Is that our Master Ghost Hunter?' He instinctively asked himself. His face was bitter, as he shook his head.
Werther had followed Ghost Hunter for around ten years. In his eyes, Ghost Hunter was mighty and bloodthirsty, who would never bow to anybody, including the Chief of Brutal Dragon Tribe.
However, today, the Master he worshipped was humbly submitting under Shi Yan's feet. His Master had used the modest attitude to respect the other. His Master had proactively given his back under Shi Yan's feet. This was a sign of submission that came from the heart.
A Ghost Hunter like that was strange to him.
Gu Mo's small face was stiff. She thought she was in a dream, so she bit her lower lip. When the pain came through her nerves, she finally confirmed she was in the real world.
'What's going on?'
