"There was only an empty tomb left there, nothing but the Ghost King."
"I'm not here for the Ghost King. I was entrusted by someone to deliver a message to the Xi Family."
The ghost's expression changed and, without a word, turned around to lead the way.
Rounding the disorderly growing forest, Yu Ziqing faintly realized that this place was a maze; without the correct path, one could never reach his intended destination.
And flying over was out of the question.
He was now walking on the path toward that blessed land.
The people of the Xi Family seemed very cautious, leaving no obvious entrance, but somehow they extended the entrance into the maze of the Ghost Forest, making it a part of the maze.
Those unaware of the path would likely not find the entrance to that blessed land even if they leveled the entire Ghost Forest.
After walking over a dozen miles, that odd feeling slowly vanished. Yu Ziqing knew he had entered the blessed land.
