Old Man Li's voice wasn't loud.
Yet it clearly reached the ears of the Matchmaker, the White-faced Ghost, and millions of spectators watching at the Golden Apricot.
The world fell silent once more.
The White-faced Ghost, who had already shifted his attention to the Matchmaker, couldn't help but turn to look.
At this moment, the center of the world returned to that carriage.
Or rather, returned to the faint voice that came from inside the carriage:
"In a lifetime, one must endure some insults."
The sickly young master's words were full of philosophy.
Old Man Li, lacking such depth and cultivation, simply stated, "But it's just a ghost, a mere little ghost, daring to insult people, that's too presumptuous!"
The White-faced Ghost was taken aback, I'm a little ghost?
The Matchmaker's mouth slightly opened. Is it mere? To slay Uncle Jin and Elder Fu's ghosts with a few sword strikes?
