Ying Kexin gave a few orders, then returned to Huang Xiaolong's side.
She was a ghost king, long detached from worldly affairs, but upon seeing her descendants today, she experienced a slight emotional fluctuation. Despite this, she had soon regained her composure, like a faint wind brushing past her ears and not clinging to her heart.
"Master... if..." Just before returning to the Ghost King Urn, Ying Kexin suddenly looked at Huang Xiaolong, a plea appearing in her beautiful eyes.
"Oh... what do you wish to say?" Huang Xiaolong asked with a smirk.
"Well... My lord, if my Ying family is in trouble, could you... would you lend a helping hand?" Ying Kexin implored in a low voice.
As a ghost, she could not interfere too much with the human world. Otherwise, it would violate the laws of heaven, and she would face divine retribution.
