Nash pretended not to know what she was talking about. The village where they were was not far from Gladwell, and the moment the ghost appeared, Nash had sensed it. A sweep of his psychic energy revealed to him that his wife was in danger, prompting him to rush to

the scene immediately.

Taking a deep breath, Hera clutched Nash's arm and said, "Come with me. I'm scared."

"You're scared now, huh?" Nash could not help but chuckle. He then glanced at Yellow Crane, who was hurrying over. "And you. You should prepare better considering her insufficient cultivation."

"Boss, this was an accident. I promise it won't happen again," Yellow Crane replied guiltily. He knew that if anything happened to Hera, he would never be able to face Nash.

"It's not entirely your fault," Nash reassured him. "True disciples learn essential skills to deal with such spirits. Hera went out without proper training, making her that much weaker.

"You might have taken human form, but you aren't truly human and thus lack the vital energy needed to suppress such evil spirits."

After offering some words of consolation, Nash then led Hera toward the trapped ghost. Inside the sword formation, the ghost's crimson eyes were fixed hatefully on Nash, as if her gaze alone could tear him to pieces.

Nash shoved his hands in his pocket and ignored her hateful stare. He was able to suppress an entity of such level when he was just 16.

earth to earth, you are no longer of the living. Why not reincarnate instead of becoming a vengeful spirit

spirits. They were typically those who suffered greatly in life and committed suicide while being filled with immense resentment. They then

shrieked. "You're meddling in affairs that aren't

coldly, "Because your victims came to me. Did you scare

the frightened child, Yellow Crane had already

the child had lost his soul from shock, rendering him mute and in a constant daze

mean to

hug my child... I didn't know it would scare him like that... The ghost's voice trembled with quilt and unease. The red in

realm?" Hera asked, feeling a touch of sympathy.

I

reason for the death of my parents, and

I wouldn't be abl

him or protect my child.." The ghost's dark eyes flared red again as each word dripped with endless

her suspicions already forming. The ghost was likely referring to the child's father who was also her own

Hera was shocked. Noticing

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