"Fifty-fifty."
Ghost Hu's icy response sent Xin Lin's heart plummeting into the abyss.
"Such a foolish view, thinking that without True Qi one cannot condense a Xuan Root."
Ghost Hu's next words reignited hope in Xin Lin.
"Can't you just say everything at once?"
Xin Lin pouted, dissatisfied with Rascal Corpse's deliberately enigmatic manner.
"Tell Ma Jingtian, in the Zixiao Palace Exam, you will place in the top three and enter Qingtian Academy, and avenge his past humiliation for him. Then, he will obey your orders."
Ghost Hu, however, left things hanging.
Without sufficient True Qi, one could condense a Xuan Root and shine during the Zixiao Palace Exam; how could she participate under these circumstances?
But considering she still needed to rely on Rascal Corpse, Xin Lin didn't dare talk back.
