Three days ago.
Inside a pavilion at the border between the ghost town and the ghost city.
The pavilion stood on a hillside. In the distance lay the cold, desolate ghost town. Talisman seals for soundproofing and creating barriers were affixed to every beam and pillar, enveloping the entire structure tightly.
In the spacious hall within, several armchairs were arranged.
And naturally, whoever occupied the chairs was either a ghost or a human.
Dong Guifei cast her eyes across the room, observing the varied figures present. They were all shrouded in a thin veil of ghostly mist, concealing their identities from each other.
She couldn't help but ponder,
since King Yan, King Chujiang, had gone mad, the Department of Rewarding Virtue, which once stood as an equal with the Department of Punishing Evil, had fallen to such a state.
Even a gathering had to be this furtive.
