The passage between the mortal world and the Deep World was illuminated, the darkness receded, and blood-red flames blazed fiercely, as if in a dream, incredible to behold.
Gao Yun's voice danced within the flames; his true form remained unseen by all, as if he were still adapting to his power.
"Are you truly prepared to reestablish the Blood City? Do you know how difficult it is to reestablish it?" Number Two, once left with only a brain, spoke with calm and inexpressible logic: "Unspeakable, inaudible, unknowable, your Hanhai merely harbors a fledgling Dream Ghost, barely able to withstand the agony of carrying a Blood City on its shoulders."
No one paid attention to Number Two, including Jing Tashen. Everyone was focused on the flames in the passage, as if seeing Gao Yun standing within them.
Reestablishing the Hanhai Blood City holds special meaning for every ghost living in Hanhai.
"Agreed." The kindest yet sternest Yan Xizhi was the first to speak.
