"Could you have remembered it wrong?" Sangmo, who was listening on the side, suddenly stood up.
The woman in black said, "I've served as a ghost envoy in the Netherworld for thousands of years, keeping track of all ghosts traveling from north to south. How could I possibly fail to recognize one?"
Sangmo's heart pounded furiously. If Qin An wasn't in the Netherworld, where did he come from?
...
Could it be...he was a spy planted in the Mortal Realm by the Heavenly Realm?
This was downright terrifying.
Luckily, Shen Yanqing had discovered it early; otherwise, she would have been tricked into giving away her soul.
But why would Fan Yao want to harm her?
Overwhelmed with fear, Sangmo sat back down, thinking to herself: Could Uncle Fan also have been threatened?
Seeing Sangmo behave like this, the woman in black tried to persuade her again, "Actually, Chu Hong...she didn't really do anything bad…"
