White Orchid, her face covered by a Red Bridal Veil, turned in surprise and "looked" at the Spirit Talisman carved into the floor. Having experienced an upgrade before, she stared at the formation for a few moments, then turned back in delight. "Husband, can I raise my cultivation?"
Zhang Yuanqing gave an "Mm." "I've been running around for your sake all this time. After spending so long on it, I finally gathered the materials and found a level-six wraith."
The Ghost Bride wore an exquisitely luxurious veil that concealed her face, but Zhang Yuanqing knew that beneath it had to be a tearful, overjoyed face blooming with affection.
"Husband, your love and devotion are so profound. Alas, this servant is but a soul and has no way to repay you. Boohoohoo..."
The Ghost Bride believed him completely and was deeply moved.
Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly. "Since you call me husband, you're one of mine. There's no need for thanks between family. Go on."
The Ghost Bride floated toward the formation, clutching Little Doubi as she sniffled.
By Ling Jun's standards, someone like me, who habitually sweet-talks even his Spirit Servants, is already a top-tier scumbag. Mm, a scumbag only in words, Zhang Yuanqing muttered inwardly.
Ling Jun, on the other hand, was the hands-on kind of scumbag.
Seeing the Ghost Bride glide into the formation, Zhang Yuanqing gathered his thoughts and crouched down, pressing his palm against the diagram.
A surge of black, viscous energy rose from the Lunar formation, like deep, inky flames wrapping around the Ghost Bride and the black-and-red wooden box.
Scorched by the black, sticky Lunar Power, the wooden box began to tremble violently. The faint, shrill scream of a wraith came from within.
Strands of invisible, immense spiritual power were drawn out by the formation.