"What exactly is this ancestor worshiped by the Meng Family?
I was very certain that I harbored a strong hatred for it in my heart, but even if I hated it, what could I do?
At this moment, Hu Ma felt an eerie sensation, as if a flickering image had appeared before him. One moment, he saw the Young Master Meng, who seemed to have transformed into a tall, bloated figure. The Young Master Meng was just one of the faces on that figure, shouting at him with a strained voice.
At another moment, it seemed like it was merely an illusion. The Young Master Meng remained there, his expression occasionally becoming hollow and indifferent, then turning into one of anger and hatred.
But as he looked at Hu Ma with hatred, Hu Ma looked back at him with the same emotion. That blurred and eerie figure, the shadow clad in hundred-life clothes, was clearly something he had never seen before, yet the hatred in his heart surged like a tidal wave.
