Chapter 121

Jim muttered, "She's fierce. Too fierce." He had suffered a huge loss because of today's incident. God knew how long it would take for him to recover after shedding blood—those few droplets had been filled with his life energy! He sensed that the fierce ghost had seemingly disappeared from the room, but this didn't relieve him. He didn't think his blood had scared it away. Jim turned to look at Francis, and his gaze landed on the emerald pendant hanging from the latter's neck. He slowly widened his eyes. Then, his expression morphed into one of rage as he shouted, "I thought you were being earnest in inviting me over, Mr. Gray. Why have you kept so many things from me?" Connor had barely escaped death. His expression was a little ugly as he looked at Jim. "What's that supposed to mean?" Jim pointed at the emerald pendant. "Since you know a geomancy master who's capable of creating a protective instrument of such quality, why did you come to me? Even without me, the emerald penda