It took nearly two weeks for Anji to recover enough and give Song Min his first minor injury. It was not a huge deal. The Ghost General was more skilled at combat than Anji. If not for the element of surprise, her petty tricks would never have gotten to him.
"If you're playing around with spells, you must be well enough now. Come. I'll take you to the patient who has been getting on my nerves lately."
Ghosts did not have regular senses like people. Anji learned early on that sticking a needle in Song Min's arm did not hurt him. However, if the needle was imbued with enough soul qi, it would prick him just the same.
Feeling somewhat proud of her little vengeance, Anji followed Song Min. The only ones here worth giving Song Min a headache were those who shared her bloodline. It was reassuring to learn how Mingshen was still putting up a fight. No matter how busy Song Min was, he would still be sandwiched between the troublesome siblings.
