Seeing Fang Cheng and Yuguang Kaori exchanging flirtatious glances, Tsukikage Hoshi was deeply annoyed.
She had finally found a promising prospect in Fang Cheng and was planning to win him over once the Iron-Cast Palace business was settled, strengthening her Tsukikage Family.
She hadn't expected her older sister to beat her to it. It felt like something good had been snatched right out of her hands.
And that kid even seemed perfectly happy about it. Which bastard had been kissing and touching me, then?
Her teeth ground with anger. She couldn't accept simply letting this adulterous pair off the hook.
But a quiet cough interrupted her before she could act.
"Everyone, let's discuss the important matters first."
Oni Yunjie spoke softly. They'd had their fill of gossip, and the business at hand mattered more.
She turned to Yuguang Kaori and asked, "Kaori, are you sure about Father?"
Yuguang Kaori nodded slowly. "I'm certain... That black demonic aura definitely belonged to the Ghost Lord. No one could fake it."
The atmosphere instantly grew heavy. Oni Yunjie lowered her gaze, her face expressionless.
Though she didn't want to admit it, she trusted Yuguang Kaori's judgment.
Oni Takizawa looked sorrowful. He took a bottle of liquor from his robes, poured himself a drink, and downed it.
Seeing Tsukikage Hoshi fall silent, Fang Cheng leaned over and whispered, "Landlady, can you tell the Ghost Lord is dead just from the black demonic aura?"
When he and Yuguang Kaori had opened the palace gates, countless wisps of black demonic aura had poured out like smoke. At the time, Yuguang Kaori had muttered to herself that the Ghost Lord was dead.
Tsukikage Hoshi glanced at him and explained in a similarly low voice, "That black demonic aura... You can think of it as corpse energy."
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