With Wu Xiaoxiao dead, Mo Lin withdrew his hand.
"Senior Feng, a bit faster..."
In the distance, Hu Haqi's voice could be heard.
Hu Haqi was approaching with a middle-aged man toward Mo Lin's direction.
"The Yellow Springs Ghost is right ahead," Hu Haqi hurriedly said, pointing towards Mo Lin.
Hu Haqi hadn't run away; he had gone to call for reinforcements.
"You're alright?"
Hu Haqi exclaimed, seeing Mo Lin standing there unharmed.
He glanced around, looking for the Yellow Springs Ghost, scanning the surroundings but didn't see it.
"Where's the Yellow Springs Ghost?" Hu Haqi asked Mo Lin, puzzled.
Before Mo Lin could speak, Feng Guo interjected, "It's probably sensed my aura and fled."
"Senior Feng is right, the Yellow Springs Ghost must be afraid of your Immortal Cultivator strength and ran away," Hu Haqi flattered Feng Guo.
Feng Guo nodded, "Hmm."
Mo Lin didn't argue, nor did he mention that the Yellow Springs Ghost had died by his hand.
