"Good." Luo Qian was as taciturn as ever, but seeing that Su Qing seemed to have regained some of the unruly spirit she had shown many years ago at Soaring Heavens Palace after ascending to the Ghost Realm, he could not help feeling genuinely happy. Ever since Su Qing had become one of the ghost race, he had rarely seen her smile.
The main reason was that Su Qing had once gone from being the granddaughter of a Golden Core expert at Soaring Heavens Palace to becoming a mere ghost. Her grandfather had also fallen in the war between humans and ghosts. Su Qing had lost her family, her fellow disciples, and even the appearance she had once been proud of, leaving her unable to face other people—especially Lu Xiaotian.
After all, to Su Qing, it was as though she had lost everything. Even when she was in the Spirit Realm, she had spent most of her time depressed, especially after abandoning her original ghost body and merging with the nest of the Void Devouring Ghost Ants.
After ascending to the Ghost Realm, both he and Su Qing had broadened their horizons like never before and seen countless possibilities there. Su Qing now had hope of reshaping her body. Time was the best medicine for wounds. Soaring Heavens Palace had grown increasingly distant, and the pain of the past had gradually faded over all these years.
After arriving in the Ghost Realm, Su Qing had seen hope of reshaping her body and regained her original nature. That was what Luo Qian most wanted to see—and what he had always wanted to protect.
The green-backed giant crocodile vaulted from the river. Within the surging current, countless bones piled up into five bone mountains, from which five-colored corpse-ghost flames—red, gold, earth-yellow, blue,