Ying Gou emanated an aura of extreme yin and evil, somewhat similar to that of a Nether Dragon, yet his eyes were blood-red, as if he could lose his sanity at any moment, his breath was frenzied, like a wild beast choosing someone to devour.
"Have seen the Corpse Ancestor Ying Gou!"
Faced with such a being, Xuanqing dared not be the slightest bit careless, deliberately maintaining a certain distance.
Ying Gou, in a black robe, concealed most of his body, only his eyes exposed, as if he did not wish others to see his form.
"Daoist is too polite!"
Ying Gou's voice was somewhat hoarse: "I am the progenitor of the Jiang Clan, and you are the progenitor of the Ghost Immortals. We are of the same generation and should address each other as peers! I've come to the World of Darkness this time to seek a place for my Jiang Clan to stand!"
