What kind of storm can a Yin Department create?
"You, a mere Yin Department, could you possibly destroy my Ghost City?" the Ghost King taunted Mo Lin.
"It's not impossible."
Mo Lin stared directly at the Ghost King with cold eyes.
"Oh, oh, oh...it's not impossible... hey... are you just putting on a show?"
The Ghost King pointed at Qing San beside him and addressed Mo Lin.
"You should know him, right? Qing San, he's your friend.
He's also like you, a Yin Department... isn't he also relying on us in the Ghost Realm?
Surviving in our Ghost Realm, if I tell him to go east, he wouldn't dare go west, and if I tell him to kneel, he'd definitely not stand.
That's the kind of Yin Department you have in Yedou, without a shred of backbone."
Qing San stood by, without refuting, he even smiled.
It was a very forced smile...
Indeed... the Ghost King wasn't wrong at all.
He's just a useless piece of trash... lingering on in the Ghost Realm.
Like a dog... no, even worse than a dog...
