In West Ghost City, the ghost officials moved about cautiously, each minding their own business. The only small comfort was that ghosts didn't need to breathe—otherwise, they feared even the sound of their breath might disturb the little princess.
At this moment, within the Imperial Hall, a rather spectacular show of roasting a Ghost Emperor was unfolding. West Ghost Emperor hung upside down, with Golden Crow Sunfire crackling beneath him.
Every now and then, Yan Lan would even pour in a bit of liquor, making the flames blaze even higher.
"Dear niece, how well-done do you want him?"
"Seventy percent. Too tough, and he'll be hard to chew."
"Got it~"
The four Ghost Emperors each reacted differently to the scent of charred West Ghost Emperor flesh in the air.
The Central Ghost Emperor let out a helpless sigh, exchanging a glance with the East Ghost Emperor before turning to look at the ghost Empress QingWu that sprawled lazily on the throne.
