Fu Qing watched Grace leave.
For some reason, she kept feeling as though she saw a familiar shadow upon Grace, as if the troupe leader's figure had overlapped with hers.
And the way she had sat there drinking tea just now.
An illusion?
Fu Qing rubbed her arms. She felt a little cold.
The troupe leader was already dead. Could it be that his ghost still lingered here, perhaps even possessing the madam?!
Fu Qing covered her mouth, alarmed by her own speculation.
Donald could wield Transcendent powers. It would not be strange for him to accomplish something like that.
What should she do?
Find a priest from the church and drive away the troupe leader's ghost?
"No, no..."
Grace repeatedly shook her head, casting that sudden thought from her mind.
Even if it truly was the troupe leader's soul wandering about, unwilling to depart, it was not her business to interfere.
Besides the Elder Council, quite a few members of Tide had also come to the Opera House.
The madam had already gone over. If Transcendent power really was at work, it likely would not escape their eyes.
Thinking of this, Fu Qing let out a breath of relief.
She left the room, deciding to see the madam and those Transcendents discuss the scenes for the new film.
"I saw him—it's Lord Wang Gulas!"
"He was the one who brought the film last time!"
"Not him. It's the lady beside him; she's the one who filmed it."
"I wonder what kind of film it will be this time. I'm really looking forward to it."
"That's so nice. I want to take part in filming too..."
In the hall, the Opera Troupe's actors gathered in a corner, watching Wang Gulas and the others from afar as they quietly discussed