The light of the early morning sun penetrated through the mist. It made Ning Fan feel stifled. This forest wasn't an appropriate place for a living human to live in.
He pushed open the door and the sunlight shone in. The two ladies that were watching him had left to rest. He wouldn't be restricted from going out during the day, but that didn't mean that he could go in and out of the clan encampment freely.
"There isn't a distinct differences of rank or position among the ghosts of Green Clan, not to mention they aren't united. It's safe to say that every ghost that joined the clan has an ulterior motive."
Ning Fan pushed open the bamboo fence and walked into the forest. His eyes scanned every ghost expert which brushed past him, as if he was trying to read their hearts.
Every one of them had a hidden agenda. There was only one word for these Gold Core ghost gathering here; that was 'benefit'.
