The Ghost Clan's Residence, the space rippled.
A tall figure stepped out from the fissure, the black robe fluttering without wind.
Qing's return made Shan, who had been waiting for a long time, light up. He quickly stepped forward, a mysterious smile on his face:
"Boss, there's a huge surprise to tell you!"
However—
Qing's steps did not pause in the slightest, heading straight to his resting area, his voice as indifferent as ice:
"Settle the newcomers, and by the way, get an update on the Ghost Clan's current situation."
He raised his hand to rub his temples, "I'm tired."
Before the words were finished, his figure had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.
The third master's outstretched hand froze mid-air, the words of retention stuck in his throat, the smile on his face gradually solidifying.
At this moment, the figure of the second master, Cai, appeared out of thin air.
Seeing the third master standing dumbfounded, her slender eyebrows furrowed:
