Gu Shengyin sighed.
The Ghost King of Lanling, his death was truly unjust.
Originally, just after she had passed through the Sixty-nine Heavenly Tribulation, she would have received the Imperial Edict from the Pantheon, but fate played a trick.
And Jiang Linger, strictly speaking, it wasn't her fault.
She didn't know that the Ghost King of Lanling was severely injured and powerless, nor did the Ghost King of Lanling expect that the little girl, who was like an ant back then, would grow so quickly.
All that can be said is, destiny makes fools of us all.
The protagonist's fate cannot be so easily severed, so Gu Shengyin came over, to the body of the Ghost King of Lanling before everything began.
Gu Shengyin glanced around, very well, this dark, misty and eerie style, truly befitting of ghosts and goblins.
She reached out and brushed aside the curtain in front of her, as if some invisible person had lit the lamps of the entire grand hall, the dim hall instantly brightened.
