"Miss----"
Dongling suddenly dashed in front of Ning Qingzhi, gasping for breath as she opened her arms and stared dead ahead.
She gritted her teeth, shaking her head. "It's too late."
This was already the depths of Mount Hanshan, and those Immortal Scions who had committed murder were probably already before the Ghost King.
Even with good luck, actually intercepting them would be meaningless.
If a spell battle broke out in a place like this, the Ghost King would arrive in an instant.
If the battlefield were moved to the Netherworld of the Underworld, even though the young miss had quite a few self-protection treasures on her, she probably still wouldn't be able to escape.
"The household cannot manage the matters of the Netherworld, and the Dragon Palace cannot manage them either."
Dongling's tone was hurried. "We can manage them even less."
The Underworld and Netherworld formed a system of their own. Although nominally, the Ghost King could also be considered a Half-Life Immortal of the Heng River faction, those people didn't need to take orders from the Dragon Palace; instead, they worked for Administrative Officer Liu.
As the saying went, the paths of men and ghosts diverge.
worldly authority had extremely minimal influence on the underworld. Even though the Heavenly Demon Mansion had connections in the Netherworld, they were not something a junior like the young miss could mobilize.
Ning Qingzhi looked back around, finally flicking her sleeves with resentment.
She spoke no further, evidently acquiescing to this fact.
Seeing this, Dongling finally heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. Don't look at her youthful appearance; as the close maidservant who had accompanied the young miss away from home, she knew the Heavenly Demon Mansion's direct lineage protocols for handling mortal affairs backward and forward.
She didn't directly