The third watch, seeking subscriptions, monthly tickets~~~
...
Just when Shangguan Tianling was brimming with confidence, feeling that his recent palm strike had almost certainly finished off Qin Fang, a sinister voice suddenly resounded around them.
This voice appeared abruptly, as if it belonged to a ghost or spirit, making it incredibly eerie and terrifying, especially at the summit of such a mountain.
"Who's there? Show yourself..."
Shangguan Tianling was obviously no ordinary person, but a powerful grandmaster-level martial artist. He was not afraid of ghosts or spirits, and he knew well that there were no real ghosts; the voice must have been made by someone.
"Uncle... Uncle..."
