I'm not very good at writing introductions, so I'll use the subsequent small theater as an introduction.
"Where did you come from as a ghost cultivator? Who are you, that Taoist priest?"
Yan Jiao was speechless for a moment, "I, I'm his sister, what's wrong?"
"Ah?" Zhang Wenchu turned to look at her with confusion.
The war is over.
"Why are you my sister?"
"I was born in the second year of Tianming, more than ten years before you!"
"Well, then you were only sixteen when you died. I was already twenty, and you were younger than me."
"It's not like the twenty years I spent as a ghost were in vain. Call me, sister, and let me listen..."
"That's not how I calculated it anyway. It's time to hurry up."
Purpose: Struggle together