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 re ghosts and goblins could possess but approached the level of Ghosts and Gods.
No wonder the Pantheon issued an Imperial Edict.
Her power was not inferior to those True Gods of the Pantheon.
The warm sunshine bathing her felt not unpleasant, though not particularly agreeable either.
After all, as a ghost, she preferred chilly environnts.
Though the sunlight posed no real danger to her, it instinctively displeased her.
Watching the three Taoists fumble through the maze-like Barrier she casually laid down brought Gu Shengyin so amusent.
"At a ti like this, a jug of wine would be just right," she remarked casually.
In the next mont, a jug of wine appeared before her.
Gu Shengyin’s body froze.
She did not reach for the jug but looked at the hand holding it.
It was a nearly perfect hand, with long, slender fingers, pale yet not as delicate as a woman’s.
This was a man’s hand.
To co so silently and unnoticed to Gu Shengyin’s side, perhaps one should add, it is the hand of a very formidable man.
The next mont, a warm breath fell on her ear: "Why? Even the mighty Ghost King of Lanling doesn’t dare to accept a jug of wine?"
The voice was very pleasing, if Gu Shengyin were to describe it, it would be like the splash of spring water, the clash of jade stones.
Legend says that when a Phoenix spreads its wings and calls, it has the power to revive all things and make flowers bloom, like celestial music.
This voice, while not earth-shattering, was no less beautiful.
Gu Shengyin’s expression remained unchanged; she turned her head to follow that hand upwards.
The sa red robes, the sa inky black hair.
Looking higher, it was a srizingly handso face capable of enchanting all beings.
As a man, his looks were sufficient to make all won under heaven feel ashad.
Of course, this did not include Gu Shengyin.
For she was a ghost.
Seeing Gu Shengyin’s eyes look at him, cool and unfazed, the red-clad man smiled, his brows and eyes flowing with an entrancing allure.
"To have the prince of the Phoenix Clan descend here, this tree must indeed be blessed." Gu Shengyin spoke lightly.
She was not wrong; the tree she sat upon had once been an ordinary mortal thing.
Yet first ca her, the soon-to-be godhood Ghost King of Lanling, and then the naturally auspicious symbol of the Divine Clan, the Phoenix.
This counted as a great fortune, and it was likely that soon this tree would gain Spiritual Wisdom and transform into a Spiritual Object.
The man seed sowhat surprised by her words.
He hadn’t expected that the first thing the Ghost King of Lanling would say upon seeing him would be about this unremarkable tree.
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