"Hm?"
Taoist Tai Xian's head snapped up. He stopped his drumstick mid-air. 'There's another master here?'
The next moment, he saw a cloud of black gas suddenly rise from behind the small courtyard. A face materialized within the gas—old and savage, its gaze fixed on the courtyard.
"Where is my son? Where is my big grandson?" the old face murmured.
Taoist Tai Xian's brow twitched and his expression changed. He hadn't expected this family of three to have a backer. This backer had been hidden underground behind the courtyard, its aura completely concealed. Because of the distance, even Taoist Tai Xian hadn't detected it.
But now that it had awakened, Taoist Tai Xian could feel an Evil Qi far denser than that of the other three combined.
'Another man-harming Evil Ghost!' Taoist Tai Xian's eyes sharpened, and he prepared to strike the drumstick again.
