Fang Geyu looked at the eight orderly Yin Wood tomb suppressions and a certain constrained sentiment suddenly emerged in his eyes.
"How coincidental, the son of Ying Ji, Ying Xiu, is right now in this desolate estate. You poor scholar, if you were to tell him the news about the Ghost Tears Pearl, I'm afraid he would owe you a huge favor. Perhaps even lifting your enduring and vile curse wouldn't be too difficult."
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, but his eyes showed even more of a sorrowful intention.
He shook his head and said, "The night my younger sister's soul was in disarray, I realized that whether they are mortals or Cultivation Daoists, most are selfish. Even if saving me is a simple gesture for him, I would rather place my trust in your honor."
Baili An glanced at him and said calmly, "You flatter me."
It was quite easy to deal with the eight Yin Wood surrounding the heavy stone millstone; Baili An pulled each out single-handedly.
