"Has the King really gone into seclusion?"
"I've already led you all out, of course he's really gone into seclusion, can there be any doubt about it?"
Feng Qing'an, pale-faced as if made from rice paper, was standing in this gloom. His presence oddly congenial with the surrounding environment as he looked back.
Just like a primordial beast, the Ghost Nation capital lay sprawled behind him, gaping its maw as it devoured the many wild ghost creatures surging from all directions, seeking opportunity within it.
The many young prodigies, although they had already exited the Ghost Nation capital, still bore an air of incredulity, hardly daring to believe that they indeed managed to escape so effortlessly from a Ghost Immortal.
All they had given up were some Divine Power spells they barely used; mostly used for reference, what did that really count for?
"We've already left, whether it's true or not, does it matter anymore?"
