"Ghost!"
"A fierce ghost that can wield a sword, decapitating Uncle Jin with a single strike?"
"Such a pale ghost, scared the hell out of me... Wait, is this a person, a human face?"
"Uncle Jin, a higher void, just gone like that?"
"The body is black, maybe even the soul was slashed, or was it consumed by that white-faced ghost?"
"Is this an effect?"
"Look closely at Uncle Jin's chest, there really seems to be a scar..."
"This ghost is no joke, it's clear, Ghost Buddha Realm mutation, a Saint Stage is about to be born, listen to this saint's advice, head home."
"Elder Fu, quickly protect!"
"Matchmaker, quickly assist!"
"..."
The image of the Golden Apricot, after a brief pause, flashed with one comment after another.
They floated before Hong's eyes, but she paid them no mind.
Unlike the Spiritual Cultivators who watched from across the screen, buffered by distance, the direct impact on Matchmaker was too overwhelming.
