Night Wanderer's hand holding the brush paused for a moment. When he looked up, his usually squinted eyes were now fully open.
It was rare for QingWu to see his dead-fish eyes so clearly. Her expression gradually turned dangerous. "I just felt a filthy aura had touch my karmic fire. Care to explain?"
"Oh, that…" Night Wanderer casually tossed the brush aside.
"Those who achieve great things don't sweat with the small stuff."
QingWu: "I do."
Night Wanderer changed the subject. "I just heard people from King Hui's Manor calling for me. A big fish must have taken the bait. Hey, you ghost, we have more important matters to handle!"
QingWu remained expressionless, exuding an air of deep mystery.
With an air of righteousness, Night Wanderer strode out, umbrella in hand. "Official business! Official business! We beings of the netherworld must know our priorities. No one can stop me from doing great things! I'm off!"
