Zhao Erbao felt a chill at the center of his forehead. It was as though living threads of icy energy were burrowing into his mind before seeping deeper into his body and vanishing.

A cold dread gripped his heart, but then he heard the other speak: “Don’t worry. It’s just a wisp of cold energy. It will dissipate on its own in a few days. Nothing to fear.”

Zhao Erbao felt like crying, but had no tears.  

Tell that to the ghosts—this had to be some kind of terrifying restraint!

Remembering what he had experienced earlier inside the illusion, he shivered again and hurriedly declared, “Senior, you have my word! From now on, I will do whatever you say! I would never dare disobey you!”

Li Fan smiled faintly but did not reply.  

He hadn’t lied. What he had sent into Zhao Erbao’s body was indeed nothing more...