The Struggle

"I'll ask one last question. Where is Ji Yuhong? Are the people from Thunder Courtyard alright?"

"Hahaha, Qin Yu, Qin Yu! How did I not realize earlier that you're so simple-minded? If you hadn't come to my Ji family, they might have suffered a lot but would have been alright. But now that you're here, we can't be bothered to retract the power of the curse. It makes things much easier."

Ji Ao smiled, but his eyes were filled with killing intent.

Qin Yu snatched the ghostly sword from his hands. It was a humiliation he could never erase for the rest of his life.

"Qin Yu, my Ji family received news that Ji Yuhong seems to have been treating you like her son. In that case, I have to take good care of her."

Ji Ao moved his fingers, and a nearly transparent skeleton exploded in his hand. The silver-green internal qi fused into the air and drifted to a specific place.