"My lords, are you gods?" The ghost’s voice was quavering, aged and tinged with a chilling, spectral gloom.
Shen Qingzhu straightened his posture, his palm instinctively coalescing into a gust of wind. It was only natural for anyone to be startled by a voice suddenly emerging from a desolate, empty space.
"It’s just an old man, Dashing Shen," Baili Pangpang grabbed Shen Qingzhu’s arm to stop him from actually unleashing the gust. *Good grief*, where did Dashing Shen learn to go into storm mode without saying a word?
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