Under Jiang Miaomiao's pen, she had died two years later.
If twenty-eight was her true allotted lifespan, then she had less than four months left to live.
In that instant, Ning Xiang's first thought was actually that she ought to thank Jiang Miaomiao for giving her two extra years of life.
Fear of death, reluctance to part with her loved ones, attachment to the mortal world-perhaps all of those were there, but for a moment, she could not summon any emotion at all.
It was not because her thoughts were too tangled. Quite the opposite: Ning Xiang's mind was exceptionally clear. She even said to the Ghost Emperor quite calmly, "Before I clear up your doubts, may I ask you a question?"
"Little girl, ask away."
Ning Xiang asked, "Why do you have my Book of Life and Death?"
Cultivation was, by its very nature, a struggle against Heaven. Unless a cultivator perished and their soul entered the Underworld, the Underworld could not interfere in any affairs of the Cultivation Realm.
The Ghost Emperor did not respond for a long time.
"Then let me ask something else. The Ghost Lord was once your subordinate. Are you simply letting him wreak havoc in the Cultivation Realm and the mortal world without doing anything?"
After a long silence, the Ghost Emperor heaved a deep sigh. "This is beyond my power to govern."
He had said "beyond my power," not "I do not wish to."
Above the Ghost Emperor stood...
Heaven...
Ning Xiang's heart felt as though it had plunged into an ice cellar.
The Ghost Emperor revealed nothing more.
In the end, as Ning Xiang was sent into hell to search for Lu Qingchen's soul, the Ghost Emperor's words kept echoing in her mind.
"Your original allotted lifespan was twenty-eight years. When