Holy smokes!
Looking at the ghost claw that had just erupted before my eyes—something that could rival a Hollywood blockbuster's special effects—I felt as though I had accidentally stumbled onto a horror movie set. This Old Thief Wei was really playing for keeps; did he really have to summon monsters to pull off a coup? What next, is he going to ascend to heaven?
"Imperial Noble Consort, watch out!" Pei Yuan, the lad, was quite reliable. He drew his sword, pulled me behind him, and planted himself at the front.
Chapter 128