Bai He stepped forward until he stood in front of the spirit soul.
Then he took out a bottle and, with remarkable ease, collected the spirit into it.
Only then did the black-robed man finally react.
He raised his head.
The skin on his face was black as well, covered in strange and grotesque patterns.
The sight of it was enough to make anyone feel disgusted.
"Princess Guantao, what is the meaning of this?"
He asked calmly, but there was already a trace of urgency in his eyes.
"I am taking her away."
The ghost race member instantly flashed forward and blocked Bai He's path.
"Princess Guantao, we had an agreement. Are you planning to violate our arrangement now?"
Bai He let out a cold snort.
His eyes were filled with contempt.
Who exactly had given these people the right to treat another person in such a manner?
"You dare speak to me about agreements? Return to your ghost race and fend for yourselves. Otherwise, I will make you suffer pain a hundred times worse than this."
