After the smoke cleared, the twisted phantom was gone and replaced by...a little black pig.

It was just an ordinary black pig, just like black pigs in the farmyard.

Seeing the pig on the ground, Wen Hun felt the blood rising to the head and dizzy. He thought that it was a terrible insult for his hundred-year-long practice.

“Is...it the Immortal of Ghost enshrined by Master?”

The phantom of the little black pig on the ground uplifted the ...