Song qingxiao had already guessed that she would be hunted down by the Empire, but she did not expect that she would provoke another 'ghost'.
The ghostly black shadow caught her aura much faster than the Empire's pursuers. Not long after she entered the hidden world, it also stopped at the place where she had stopped before.
"The green lamp ... The green lamp ... Give me back my Blue Lamp ..."
Song qingxiao did not know that she had been targeted by this 'person'. The moment she entered the hidden world, she seemed to have broken through a layer of restriction.
An invisible pressure attacked her. The original buildings and mountains of the imperial capital had disappeared, and in their place was a withered yellow desert.
Whoosh! the mournful wind blew across the yellow land, rolling up a large area of yellow sand. The dust flew straight up and almost filled the entire sky. There was no end to it, and there was no sign of life.
