Cui Xinyun glanced at Mo Lin, then handed a pitch-black brush to him and slowly said, "This is for you.
Your group of ghosts can all be housed within this pen."
The pitch-black brush exuded an aura of unknown mystery.
This is the Judge's Pen, a divine artifact.
This item was very important to Cui Xinyun, and Mo Lin was not prepared to accept it.
"I don't need it." Mo Lin was just about to refuse when Cui Xinyun scolded him.
"Don't need it?
Do you see how weak you've become?
If I hadn't brought these ghosts here today, you might have died here, do you know that?
Can't you make yourself a little stronger?
If I hadn't come today, would you be dead?" Cui Xinyun chastised at Mo Lin angrily.
Mo Lin was taken aback by the scolding; he hadn't expected Cui Xinyun to get angry.
Her tone was even colder than before.
"I shouldn't have died." Mo Lin answered softly.
"Ha-ha... Please respect your own life, if you can't win, then run, don't you understand?
