232 The Power of Four Ghosts

Bai Xiaochun didn't feel that it was appropriate to stay in the immortal's cave any longer. Looking over at the grim-faced Song Junwan, he gave a soft sigh, then bid her farewell. Song Junwan hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. After offering some more apologies for Song Que's behavior, she said, "We have a few more months before the war. Middle Peak is going to have its trial by fire for the position of blood master. When the time comes, I hope you'll be able to help me."

Her eyes shone with keen anticipation.

Bai Xiaochun looked back at her, his own eyes flashing. After a moment passed, he nodded, then left.

Once outside of the immortal's cave, his heart swelled with pride. Taking a deep breath, he reveled in his satisfaction at having mopped the floor with Song Que.

"Hmmmphh! From now on, Que'er, I'm your Clan Uncle!" Feeling wonderful, but expression pale and grim, he returned thoughtfully to his immortal's cave on the lower finger.