To allow the group of refugees to keep up, the carriage moved slowly. In the afternoon, dense dark clouds suddenly gathered over the distant mountains, suggesting a change in weather rather than impending rain.
Moreover, it was limited to the southwestern direction, leaving people with an ominous feeling.
Yao Zhen jumped onto the roof of the carriage and gazed into the distance for a while, "It looks like it's a Ghost Realm of a powerful ghost."
Coming down from the roof, Yao Zhen sat cross-legged. Sang Que wasn't particularly talkative; throughout the journey, it was mostly Yao Zhen speaking. Yao Zhen had a knack for questioning, wanting to learn more about Sang Que, but Sang Que simply wouldn't engage, often throwing questions back to her.
"Hopefully, there's no village over there. I hope the ghost is merely passing by. Otherwise, a prolonged stay of a Ghost Realm in one place would turn it into a Death Domain."
