I ask one final question, "Where is Martha Evans? Are the people of Thunder Roar Academy alright?"
"Hahahaha, Ethan Smith, oh Ethan Smith, I never realized how simple-minded you were before. If you hadn't come to the Ji House, they might have suffered yet been fine, but now that you're here, we're too lazy to retract the Curse Power. Isn't it more convenient this way?"
Ji Ao curves a smile, yet his eyes are brimming with killing intention.
The humiliation of Ethan Smith snatching the Ghost Sword from his hands is a stain he can never wipe away in his lifetime.
"Ethan Smith, our Ji Clan received news that Martha Evans regards you like her own son. In that case, I should take extra good care of her."
With a flicker of Ji Ao's fingers, an almost transparent skull explodes in his hand, a silvery-green mist mingling with the air, drifting towards a certain place.
Instantly, Ethan Smith hears a twisted and agonizing scream, as if someone is enduring extreme pain.
"Ji Ao!"
