"Central Heavenly Prison... Of course. I'll never forget it for the rest of my life." King Wuguan's expression was placid, but her eyes revealed hatred she was forcibly suppressing yet unable to fully conceal, along with fear buried deep in her heart.
This was naturally an act.
From looking ready to choose someone and devour them to assuming a posture of frank communication, she needed only a change in her gaze.
Of course, she had not been sleeping earlier. She had been cultivating.
She had nurtured this corpse for a long time, piling no small amount of corpse-path resources into it. It was already the one that could unleash the greatest combat power.
In theory, it could approach her soundlessly in such circumstances—and kill her with effortless ease.
If the disparity in strength had not been so great... was she the sort of person willing to waste words?
Before the mighty King Wuguan, there were only two kinds of people—corpses under her control, and people who would sooner or later become corpses under her control.
This fellow who had come running over in broad daylight, refusing to let people sleep and playing ghostly tricks to scare her, was naturally the latter.
"I'm glad you still remember!" said the person seated there. "That saves me some breath."
"I'm a person who cherishes old ties!" King Wuguan said. "Di—"
"Shh—" The person sitting by the bed stopped her in time. "Do not call that name directly. That lord is at a critical juncture now. It would be best not to make her divide her attention over you and me."
"I understand!" King Wuguan cooperated readily. "May I ask why you have come today, honored guest? What instructions does that one... have?"
Of course, she would never forget the scenery of Central Heavenly