Fortunately, the Ancient Crone was already more than ten thousand years old; otherwise, Lin Hao's honesty might have led to unforeseen consequences.
Now, however, the Ancient Crone shook her head and again pointed with her Skull Crutch.
"Thud!"
A clear whistling sound rang out as the black Ghost Energy permeated the air, rushing straight towards Lin Hao.
It was another round of Washing Marrow, but this time, it was a physical cleansing method used by the Ghost Gate of the Eternal Life Realm on their elite disciples to remove impurities from the body.
This opportunity was not one Lin Hao would miss. He wasn't embarrassed or angry like Mo Changfeng was moments ago; he treated it as if he were getting a fish pedicure, thoroughly enjoying his time amidst the Ghost Energy.
"This human!"
