"So, the real Ghost Emperor isn't in those eight bodies, but is hiding somewhere and controlling them?" Xu Lingling asked.
She thought about it and realized that if she was in the game, she would directly become meat on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
She looked at Wind-on-Snow again. This senior brother had a crazed look in his eyes as he stared into the distance. Clearly, he was also thinking about what he would do if he were in that situation.
Xu Lingling looked at the battle intent in his eyes and revealed a strange expression.
Wind-on-Snow, you think you can fight?
On the Wangjiang Tower.
The aristocratic families watched the battle with different expressions.
As for the Wu family, they had already relaxed. They recognized the methods of their Imperial Lord.
