"You big lump standing here, I'm not blind."
Jiang Shouzhong said irritably.
The middle-aged man still looked incredulous, muttering to himself:
"It's not possible. As a ghost cultivator, I'm no different from ordinary souls. How can you, a mere mortal, possibly see me?"
Seeing the man confused and unguarded, Jiang Shouzhong swiftly drew the Seven Kills Blade, stepped forward, and chopped fiercely towards him.
However, the blade passed effortlessly through the man's body, as if it had sliced through mere air.
Only the slight hiss of air being cut by the sharp edge was heard.
The middle-aged man regained his senses but was not angry at Jiang Shouzhong's attack, instead looking at him with intense curiosity and surprise: "I just noticed there's a hint of death Qi on you. Are you a ghost cultivator too?"
