An ancient voice carried an eerie laughter.
That laughter seemed to penetrate through everything, echoing throughout the entire crystal palace.
The bizarrely shaped, colored glass reflected countless golden masks of varying sizes belonging to the royal nobles; Chi Xingye felt dizzy from the light emitted, as if a tight hoop spell had been cast on her.
"Young person, the word 'steal' doesn't sound pleasant. When the Red Sun Ring starts its chase, that belongs to us—Ghost Slaughter!"
"What confidence a thief possesses to claim others' possessions as their own private property!" Chi Xingye muttered with discomfort.
"How audacious!!"
Behind the noble kings, a man with a red mask barked coldly. Chi Xingye dared to speak in such a way before their esteemed King; he immediately stood up for his lord.
The King, however, was not angry and burst into a series of "Hahaha..." laughter, old and strange like a thousand-year-old tree.
