Zhuge Qing walked out of the passage feeling numb.
She had expected Zhou Li to pull off some shocking, outrageous stunts, but she hadn't anticipated this nauseating mess.
But, you can't argue: the thing was genuinely useful.
Lifting her head, she gazed at the hall which wasn't particularly grand but was enveloped by an indescribable gloom, a hint of wariness flashing in Zhuge Qing's eyes.
Such dense Ghost Qi.
If Immortal Qi and Spirit Qi were naturally at odds, prone to clash upon encounter, then Ghost Qi was like a trench coat pervert flaunting himself on the streets.
If you encouraged Immortal Qi and Spirit Qi to love each other, they'd still manage to inflict minor wounds like cutting off veins, reversing Immortal Qi, or making blood flow backward as a warning not to mess around. But if you tried to make them get along with Ghost Qi, it could simply kill you on the spot.
Guess if it dies, you die too.
