Devouring

"But this matter?"

Ghost Master lightly waved his hand, and a nearly solid phantom instantly took shape.

The phantom gathered into a figure—a woman in a green dress, graceful and gentle, her brows and eyes shy. The moment she appeared, she bowed to Ghost Master and spoke in a clear, lilting voice. "May you enjoy ten thousand blessings, husband."

Ghost Master beckoned with a wave of his hand. The woman in green looked deeply at Li Xiuluo, then slowly approached and nestled against Ghost Master's side.

Li Xiuluo felt the world spin around him. His Yin Soul shook violently, and a tremendous surge of emotion nearly scattered his Yin Body.

The woman in green was none other than his deceased wife, A Luo. He had refused to enter the cycle of reincarnation not only because of the powerful obsession born from his blood feud, but also because of his deep attachment to his late wife.

After a hundred years, he had suddenly seen his wife's face again. A thousand feelings surged within him, yet she looked at him with such sorrow and nestled against Ghost Master with such devoted humility.

The immense contrast, and the shame and madness he could no longer suppress, had driven him to the brink of collapse.

"One hundred and twelve—no, one hundred and fourteen years ago, it was the Year of Bingchen. I remember that Great Yue's imperial examinations crowned a champion that year, a young prodigy who took first place in all three rounds. During that year's Qixi Festival, A Luo was disgraced by Young Master Wen and took her own life in fury. You, Xiuluo, failed to avenge A Luo, then threw your life away without knowing when to hide your strength. You seemed devoted, but were in truth foolish. If I had