As Wang Zijia's smile spread, the air around seemed to grow a few degrees colder.
The four little ghosts hoisting the carriage trembled instinctively for a moment.
Jiang Mingda and Kuang Weiping both felt a chill down their backs. Gazing at Wang Zijia's eerie smile, they felt a sense of foreboding, but promptly stepped into their roles, saying in unison, "At your command, my lord!"
In the midst of their words, the two transformed into lantern-carrying youths who would lead the way for a bone carriage, declaring, "This way, my lord!"
The four ghosts, meanwhile, carried the bone carriage filled with a chilling Ghost Qi. Their presence intertwined, enveloping both Jiang Mingda and Kuang Weiping as they flew towards the distance as one cohesive unit.
