The look startled Jane, sending a sudden shiver down her spine.
Drew Thorne gently wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her behind him.
"Taoist Master Shaw, I wouldn't be so quick to boast. Your three disciples saw what that Vengeful Ghost was capable of yesterday. Whether you can actually obliterate its soul remains to be seen."
Drew Thorne's tone was icy. Jane, taken aback, glanced at his profile.
He was completely different from her impression of him. For a moment, Jane's heart skipped a beat.
'Is he speaking up for me?'
Hearing this, Simon Shaw snorted and flicked his sleeve.
"My reputation precedes me. A mere Vengeful Ghost? I've lost count of how many I've dealt with over the years."
Seeing Simon Shaw's posturing, the middle-aged woman stepped forward and cut him off.
"Alright, Senior Brother, enough nonsense. Let's resolve this quickly and make amends on behalf of these juniors."
"Hmph—"
