The rest of the people of the Three Tribes, seeing Lin Mu being so dismissive, all felt a bit embarrassed.
However, after being trapped in the Slave Camp for so long, their tempers had long since been worn smooth; seeing this, they could only endure it for now.
The architecture of the Ghost Realm was extremely rough.
One could only say it was barely livable.
Most of the buildings here were piled together from white bones.
And these white bones were all personal spoils of war.
For example, the large camp palace Ku Luo lived in was built from the bones of those it had killed over the years.
In such a White Bone Palace, it was extraordinarily eerie.
Even before a person got close, they could feel a suffocating chill.
Feng Zhan hesitated for a moment; he somewhat regretted that he'd only thought about letting Lin Wudi live in the best quarters, and hadn't considered that the Ghost Realm's buildings would be like this.
