Black Lotus’s face darkened. Even if his memory had been more than tens of thousands of years, it would still have been less than half of that Prehistoric Ghost Clan.

He was still thinking about the souls of ghost practitioners in his heart. Then he resisted the impulse to refuse to obey and said with grievance, “Master, as you have received part of the memory of the Prehistoric Ghost Clan, are you about to start despising me?”

Seeing that Black Lotus didn’t ...