Mike relaxed slightly and rushed out from the pile of bones. He put away the Ultimate Blade and grabbed the Ancient Sword of Great Yan again. The little tortoise immediately burrowed into Mike's chest and hid in his pocket. It didn't want Mike to use it as a shield. It wanted him to fight first while it slept for a while.
"How does it feel? First, let me introduce myself. My name is Samantha. My master is Sharmaine!" Samantha was unable to forget the scene of Nine Prisons King killing her master. She also shifted this grudge and hatred to Mike.
A ghost warrior's personal disciple? No wonder! Mike didn't dare to act recklessly anymore. The personal disciple of a ghost warrior was definitely not simple. Furthermore, she was already one realm level higher than him. What should he do?
