Lilith looked at the ghost with a puzzled expression.
From its stature and the blur of its features, it had been young at the time of death.
At such a young age, to have become a ghost after death was, in a sense, a sign of talent.
"Are you referring to the people of The Holy Court as the bad guys?" Lilith emerged from the coffin and sat down beside it.
To define The Holy Court as the bad guys, and Necromancers and ghosts as the good ones, was something that probably only happened on Gold and Silver Island.
Xiao Xiao leaned forward a bit, then timidly retreated back to the corner under the canopy, saying, "Yes, they always come to trouble Uncle, and Uncle doesn't dare to fight them."
Lilith raised her eyebrows, "Your uncle, you mean Wu Heng? He wants to fight the people from The Holy Court?"
"Hmm! They're just average." Xiao Xiao floated in mid-air with her arms crossed.
Lilith took out some wine from her Space Ring and filled her glass.
