Not far from the three people, a red-clad woman sat quietly on a high branch of a lush and dense tree, watching them with interest.
Her red gown was without extraneous colors, entirely bright red, with long, inky hair carelessly draped down.
A silver mask gently covered her face, revealing only those crimson lips, curved in apparent good spirits.
Strangely enough, while the sky around the three was gloomy and dark with fierce winds howling, where the woman was, the sun shone brightly, and sparse sunlight filtered through dense foliage to scatter on her face, yet there was no shadow cast on the ground beneath her.
"Interesting." Gu Shengyin's red lips uttered two words.
The strength of this Ghost King of Lanling was beyond her expectations.
Unafraid of sunlight, able to alter the climate.
This was no longer power that mere ghosts and goblins could possess but approached the level of Ghosts and Gods.
No wonder the Pantheon issued an Imperial Edict.
