C194 The Wretched Ghost

A self-assured grin spread across Lee Yun's lips. He had always suspected it—how could there possibly be a formidable immortal cultivator in the modern world?

If they did exist, they'd be skulking in shadowy corners, at best comparable to the Gu Worms of Miaojiang, the zombies of Mao Shan, or the sorcery of Southeast Asia