Many times, Zhang Ze felt that his journey in Immortal Cultivation was like a circle.
Everyone that appeared had an identity, and every unlucky soul would shine and burn for the Righteous Path of humanity.
And all events would form a closed loop, which for a Foundation Establishment Stage kid...
Was just too much fun.
The sickly ghost in front of Zhang Ze looked really familiar.
In Song Qingpao's little compositions, he appeared every time.
And Mr. Song Qingpao would always find a way to belittle this big brother, openly or subtly.
And implied that only he cared for the seniors and only he was dedicated to the Hundred Demons Sect.
Thinking this way, Song Qingpao was really quite the pretentious type.
Zhang Ze put away the steel bar, pinched Chen Qin's wrist to remind her not to act rashly, and then pretended to be nervous as he watched the show.
