“Sheng'er and Nian Nian are both in Cloudpeak Province. If you go, you can look after them. That’ll put my mind at ease,” Li Yuan said.0

“Mhm.” Yan Yu nodded. Amid the haunting shadows of the twisting ghost street, the hem of her red robe swayed lightly—a vivid flame against the monochrome backdrop, radiating an eerie allure unseen by mortal eyes. Her pale fingers tightened around the ice coffin’s edges as she gazed downwards, her eyes penetrating through its frosted depths as though peering through to the ghost on the other side.0

“Huh?” A trace of doubt crept into her voice.0

“What’s the matter? Is something off about this ghost?” Li Yuan asked when he noticed her change in expression. “If it doesn’t feel right, we won’t attempt it. Better to play it safe.”0

“No,” Yan Yu said, shaking her head. “I can devour...0