"...and yourself."
The apprentice smiled gladly.
"Of course, if I meet something I can't beat, I'll run away immediately."
...
After separating from his teammates, Cen Dongsheng walked out of the alley alone.
What met him were several ferocious faces, ghostly shells emanating a flickering ghostly fire, still retaining the ferocity of their faces before death.
They spread their arms, with flames of resentment burning in their pupils, attempting to claim his life, but all were easily crushed by the palm of the man's hand.
He stepped over the remains of Lonely Souls, turned to ashes beneath his feet, and headed toward the center of the village.
In the houses by the side, each pair of glass windows reflected pairs of ghostly green pupils filled with spite and greed, all staring fixedly at the same person.
Cen Dongsheng felt as if he were being watched by thousands upon thousands of eyes, directly facing the malice that surged toward him like a tidal wave.
