Qi Xingyu's pupils constricted: "Possession?"
"Ahahaha — correct." The stone statue leaned back, laughing loudly, its tongue moving nimbly between its lips and teeth: "This is a gift from this seat to you ants."
He suddenly turned his head to look down at the crowd, pupils made of ghostly fire flickering with excitement: "With so many 'guests,' where should I start?"
As he finished speaking, from the cracks of the palace doors, clear lake water slowly flowed in. As it surged, hands made of water reached out, releasing deep Soul Power that made everyone's Sea of Consciousness tremble slightly.
"You should be full of gratitude to this seat." The stone statue exaggeratedly twisted its body: "Those who can't enter here will become nourishment for this seat's gravekeepers, but you are different..."
His voice paused, and he tilted his head to look at Lu Jin'an: "Why did you defile the sacred place of this seat's return to the Mortal World?"
