This was a matter between siblings, so the three ghostly kings would not interfere.

Wu Yu laughed. He was not the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord, and had no quarrel with her. However, since she had come knocking, he would have to deal with things as the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord would.

Otherwise, he would raise suspicion.

Until now, he had been delivering an Oscar-winning performance as the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord.

He looked lazily over at the Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord's tight curves and said dismissively, "Not interested, not interested at all. There's no challenge in fighting someone who lost to you. Unless there's some sort of stake."

The Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord's face stiffened. She had not thought Wu Yu was so hard to deal with. She had found the donkey insult hard to swallow, and had wanted to deliver a few good slaps to him. Today was the limit of her restraint. Besides, she was not satisfied that he had won in a strange fashion in the last fight. She was clearly better in previous fights.

"What sort of stake do you want?" the Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord snapped.

Wu Yu gleefully laughed. "As for this, we talked about it already, didn't we? If you...