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Inside the simple wooden hut.
Ling Qing leaned against the wooden wall, grimacing and moaning softly in pain.
Meng Qiulan's hand, which held the walking stick, had bony protrusions under the chicken-skin-like back of her hand.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive.
The severe injury of her subordinate, Ling Qing, and the forced purchase of her apprentices Bai Wei and Bai Zhi by the Blood Moon had infuriated the new Hall Master of the Dark Ghosts.
Yet, she felt powerless to act out.
Pang Jian, by her side, now understood just how much sway a sect from the Upper Realm like Blood Moon held in the Fourth Realm.
Even when pitted against the seven major families, the Dark Ghosts - facing emissaries from Blood Moon of the Upper Realm - Meng Qiulan, though a Hall Master, never once thought of rebelling.
— The deterrent power of Upper Realm sects was deeply ingrained!
