Yusheng Luo was slaughtering away amidst the crowd of specters, her clouddream vines mesmerizing many of them at a time. At least a thousand specters had lost their lives to the vines; this was now a blood feud. The specters saw themselves as fundamentally different from the rootbeast race and divine moonrace, and their animosity flared up as Tianming desired.

"She killed the overlady!"

"Overlady, no!"

When rage simmered, reason melted away. The opening act was of utmost importance, and as far as Tianming was concerned it had been perfect. What surprised him even more was the moon guide, Liu Yizhao. Perhaps he was feeling a little guilty over the...