The old ghost sized up Ming Shu. "Who doesn't know your Qian family."
My Qian family?
"How do you know?"
The old ghost pondered for a while. "How do I describe it? To us, the Qian family is like a huge lightbulb. We can see you from afar. However, you… are just a beginner. You are still very weak."
The old ghost continued, "How can you not know about the wrath of heaven? No wonder I have not seen the Qian family in such a long time. Are you all extinct?"
Ming Shu: "…"
The old ghost saw Ming Shu rolling up her sleeves so he floated back a little. He was scared and said, "Fine, I will tell you. The people from the Qian family cannot reject a request from a ghost. If you reject us, your power will backfire. Don't ask me why. I am not from the Qian family. I don't know much about it. I just heard from other people."
