"Wuwuwu, the male and female leads' experiences were so incredibly tragic..."
Within the cemetery of the Heavenly Tomb, Ling Qingya had already watched the Projection Crystals Xiao Yan had left behind several times, her eyes brimming with tears. Beside her, the ancestor of the Thunder Clan let out a disdainful cold snort.
"What does yours even count as? In this one, the male lead bore everything for the sake of responsibility, and even until his death, he never spoke of it. That's far more moving!"
"What nonsense are you talking? Isn't love more moving than your inexplicable responsibility?"
"I refuse to accept that! How can mere love be mentioned in the same breath as responsibility?"
As Ling Qingya and that person argued without yielding an inch, everyone else paid no attention to their quarrel, instead watching the projection before them with rapt concentration.
To be fair, although Xiao Mei lacked strength, the dramas she filmed were truly unprecedented. The camera work and plots in particular easily drew people in. Otherwise, Ling Qingya would not have argued with that person so fiercely.
This was an exceptionally novel technique. Even lonely ghosts like them, who had been dead for centuries, had become greatly interested. People who had once thought only of muddling through each day now wished to live a little longer, solely so they could watch the next drama Xiao Mei made.
Boom!!!
At that moment, an earth-shaking disturbance suddenly came from the distant part of the cemetery. Everyone's hearts tightened as they immediately turned to look, all of them frowning deeply.
That aura was... Xiao Xuan's and the Soul of the Heaven Tomb's? There also seemed to be another aura, though they did not know whose it was.
Amid everyone's startled doubts, the Soul of the Heaven Tomb gradually dissipated,