If One Never Returns

Chen Luo got to his feet and stretched his limbs.

The manuscript was only halfway finished. He had written it once in the human realm, and after returning to the Nether Land, he still had to write it again.

A truly heartless word-processing machine.

Slacking off twice... no, working two jobs. This is exhausting.

Chen Luo yawned and pushed open the door, then suddenly froze, his brows drawing together.

The atmosphere... was a little off.

Although the Palace of King Fengdu was spacious, it had always been lively, with plenty of ghost servants—and even more after Shangguan Wan'er's ghost servants had been crammed inside.

But at this moment, Chen Luo felt that the entire palace had fallen utterly silent.

This wasn't right.

Just as Chen Luo was pondering the matter, the Qilin Emperor's voice reached his ears.

"You're awake?"

Chen Luo followed the voice and saw that, at some point, the Qilin Emperor had taken a seat in a small pavilion. Shangguan Wan'er stood respectfully beside him.

"Martial Uncle!" Chen Luo immediately understood. With the Qilin Emperor here, it was only natural that the palace's ghost servants were all trembling in fear, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

"What brings you here?" Chen Luo walked toward the Qilin Emperor and asked curiously. After all, the Palace of King Fengdu was located within the imperial city. Whenever the Qilin Emperor had wanted to see him before, he had simply sent an inner official to summon him.

"I was taking a leisurely stroll. When I reached your palace gates, I decided to come in and sit for a while." The Qilin Emperor gestured for Chen Luo to sit opposite him, then asked the question he had expected first. "Have you written the new chapter?"

"Yes, I have. I'll write it for