In the gloomy and dark palace, Ghost Sun sat with his legs crossed, surrounded by dozens of pitch-black fogs twisting and rolling continuously.
Suddenly, his eyes flew open.
There was no wind, but the banner of ten thousand ghosts behind him was fluttering. One of the dark smokes suddenly collapsed and dissipated.
His pupil contracted slightly, doubtfully said, "Ghost Crow was killed? Even his soul didn't escape? Who was it?"
"According to the information provided by the inside line, Ghost Crow collaborated with the group from Eagle Nation to snatch a world wonder, and he actually died there...."
"Could it be... there were other Nightwatchers on that train...?"
Ghost Sun clasped his hands together, and groups of ghostly shadows circled around him.
The banner of ten thousand ghosts behind him spun to his front and abruptly unfurled.
A mass of dense shadows suddenly surged in all directions, his hands pointed sharply forward..