Realizing that Zhang Beixing's techniques were beyond the grasp of any ordinary person, Lin Pengfei's eyes widened like those of an excited monkey as he looked at Zhang Beixing and shouted.
Zhang Beixing froze upon hearing these words.
Then, snapping out of it, he swung his palm in a wide arc, delivering a slap right onto Lin Pengfei's head.
"What nonsense are you spouting, kid?"
"What do you mean by me 'becoming a spirit'? If you can't speak properly, then don't speak, got it?"
After taking such a hit to the head, Lin Pengfei's eyes finally cleared.
He scratched his head sheepishly. "Sorry, Master, I misspoke in my urgency. I didn't mean that. What I meant was... how did you do that??"
