When I emerged from Mount Luofeng, I saw Nie Shuanglin, a celestial official of the Upper Heavenly Court.
His eyes were dark, desolate, and lonely. “Fang Yanke, if you're willing to mend your ways, I can guarantee your return to the Upper Heavenly Court.”
“Father, she's only a low-ranking Yin spirit, and she even dared to hurt Aunt Su. How could she possibly deserve a place in the Upper Heavenly Court?”
I looked at the child I had rescued from the underworld through untold hardship.
My heart turned to ashes. With a cold, indifferent smile, I said, “The Ghost King of the Endless Hell truly has no place among the Upper Heavenly Court's God of War.”
Nie Shuanglin, our debts are settled. We have nothing more to do with each other!
