Night fell. 0

The moon’s chill light washing over everything. Li Yuan bundled the five-year-old Sheng'er in warm layers and a hood, then guided his carriage beyond the township gates to a deserted grove. There, they boarded a small boat on a lakeshore, with Li Yuan cradling Sheng'er in his arms.0

Inside the black market ghost domain, the struggle against the human-skin rouge shop ghost domain still raged. For ghosts, their ghost servants were akin to shadow blood for martial artists. Destroying one seldom meant anything final. A ghost servant could die, only to reappear a few days later.0

These two ghost domains had been locked in a tug-of-war for almost a year. Any small imbalance had long since evened out, thanks to Li Yuan’s involvement. The fight was now deadlocked.0

Yan Yu materialized. She still could not embrace her husband or their daughter like a normal family, forced to remain at a slight distance. After chatting briefly, she focused on teaching Sheng'er how to draw the crows inside her body, a technique that maintained better control over Sheng'er’s...0