Although Jian Qiu didn't recognize the half-ghost Yan Zhao of today,
she remembered his voice. She had not forgotten it in seven hundred years.
Seeing Yan Zhao alive, or rather dying, in the form of an Evil Fallen, brought a sense of pleasure to her heart.
Only now, Yan Zhao's sudden appearance was not a good thing.
Bai Wu was very strong, Jian Qiu realized, but she herself was very weak and couldn't discern just how powerful Bai Wu actually was.
Bai Wu didn't care.
Yan Zhao, God of Wealth, Zhong Xu, and the principal each took a few steps forward.
Bai Wu sighed:
"What a pity, this would be the perfect moment for a difficult chant as a bgm."
Jian Qiu didn't understand, wanting to urge Bai Wu to be more cautious, but Bai Wu pointed at the three of them and said:
"All of you come at me together."
This famous line, without the accompaniment of Hero Qiao's bgm, made Bai Wu feel something was lacking.
Nevertheless, it still satisfied a craving.