For Justice Alone

"Since you are a divine hand, Senior, surely your craftsmanship is as uncanny as gods and ghosts, making you the king of artifact forging. But why is this one called the Golden Emperor?" Having seen the heaven-defying methods displayed by the previous three Emperors, Shi Quan could not wait to learn what jaw-dropping skill this great master possessed.

Tong Niu'er stared at her blankly, greatly surprised. Just as he opened his mouth to ask, the old woman raised a finger to her lips and softly shushed him. Not knowing what mystery she was playing at, Tong Niu'er could only swallow the words at his lips.

Mu Ai stepped out of the strange candy house and shut the door behind him, just in time to see Bai Lingge push open the coffin shop's door, a magical tracking map that matched the bell in her hand.

Before she married, Mother had planned to give her an acre of land. Her sister-in-law had quarreled with Mother over it, and this time, even her brother's intervention had failed to stop her sister-in-law's fussing.

Morning Star had deliberately made things difficult for her, tossing her into this creepy graveyard. Though it would not let her die, it wanted to give her a scare.

Shi Quan froze. What he had searched for far and wide without success had come without the slightest effort—just like that, he had found the first material for the divine weapon. This happiness had come so suddenly.

All at once, she felt as though she had fallen into a net, with neither her words nor actions under her own control. Where, exactly, had her memories gone?

Huan Ting's heart twisted in agony. She had no bargaining chips with the ghost. To preserve this chance to save Tayoung, even if it was only