Among the younger generation of the Sacrificial Ghost Sect, Chang Long held a very high status. Before Yuan Shaoqing's rise, he was almost considered the top disciple.
It was precisely because of this that his personality became arrogant and lawless.
To him, killing a Demon-slaying Guard in broad daylight was nothing special.
However, when an indifferent voice rang in his ears, the genius disciple of the Sacrificial Ghost Sect couldn't help but break out in goosebumps, like a frightened night cat, his bones trembling, and his calm face revealing a terrified expression.
"Who's there?"
Chang Long turned his head abruptly, and the hillside was empty without a trace of anyone.
"Senior brother... Who are you talking to?" Liang Shishi's eyes became moist, and she asked with some fear.
She curled up like a kitten, moving closer to Chang Long.
"Who is it?"
Chang Long clenched his fists as he shouted again, a bead of cold sweat forming on his forehead.