In the next moment,
Gu Ling's gaze returned to normal.
She said, "Tian Jun said he'd arrive at two o'clock."
"Two o'clock? The time is about right."
Gu Ling's eyes gleamed with excitement, as if what she was waiting for wasn't a ferocious "backlash," but a sweet reward.
When the time arrived,
a sound like a tiger's roar emanated from inside the room.
Suddenly, the sturdy walls of the room seemed to become as soft as thin gauze, gently swaying under the riverside night wind.
Zhou Xuan felt a chilling sensation.
"Spirits come, spirits go, come forth, come forth, wandering souls without a place to return..."
A voice reached Zhou Xuan's ear.
Zhou Xuan knew too well what this voice signified—it was the call of Soul Shepherd City's will.
Back in his previous life, after his car accident, he had heard this very voice that compelled him toward Soul Shepherd City.
"Lao Yun truly knows it all,"
Zhou Xuan murmured in admiration.
