“Haha! You overestimate yourself!”

Yin-Yang Tiger sounded happy over our misfortune. He stood by the well and said, “Old monk, if you like this well that much, I’ll make its host come and treat you well.” 

As the cold wind blew up from underneath us, a bad premonition arose in my heart. Was a fierce evil spirit living in this well? 

Zen Master Baimei stood upright. He moved the beads fast between his fingers. Soon, white light illuminated the entire well. His forehead was covered in sweat.  

I raised the Emei Piercer and looked around. If there was an evil spirit living in this well, it should be at the Ghost King level. Only a ghost at that level could make Zen Master Baimei act this cautious. 

Therefore, it wasn’t that the ghosts didn’t dare to come to this well because of the thick Yang energy; it was because of the ominous spirit living in this well. 

Yin-Yang Tiger laughed crazily before leaving. Zen Master Baimei and I exchanged looks.

Zen Master Baimei sighed and said, “Young Benefactor, I was the one who trapped you here. I’m sure I can get you out safe and sound.” 

I gazed at him and said, “What do you m...