Jiang Li listened quietly, Yu Wenxuan made no effort to hide his utilization of her.
He even... seemed somewhat complacent.
"Why did you come to save me? Aren't you afraid of the terrifying abilities of the ghost in the ancestral hall?"
Jiang Li looked at Yu Wenxuan intently, not missing any of his expressions.
Yu Wenxuan raised an eyebrow, looked at Jiang Li, and said, "Ghosts? They are not ghosts."
This finally caused Jiang Li, who was somewhat downcast, to show an expression of disbelief.
"Not ghosts?"
Jiang Li had just spoken these words when suddenly... the door was pushed open.
The sound of rain poured into the room, and both Jiang Li and Yu Wenxuan's expressions changed. Yu Wenxuan's steps slowly retreated, ready to find a place to escape.
At the doorway, the figure in the rain stood straight, looking... somewhat frail.
The two of them stared at him, the more they looked, the more familiar he seemed.
Soon, this figure walked into the room and closed the door.
