The Trials of Rebirth

His eyes brightened, and he reached to squeeze my waist: “Okay, okay, you little temptress.”

With the invitation, I smoothly followed the sleazy uncle inside. Just past the palace gate, I said: “I’ll use the restroom. You go ahead and look around.”

Before he could grab me, I had already slipped into the ghost crowd. Escaping from the front hall, I surveyed the area. Though the layout wasn’t exactly the same as five thousand years later, the basic structure remained unchanged. I didn’t know where Lian Xiao would be, so I could only wander randomly.

“Lian Xiao… Lian Xiao… Ghost King…” I called in a low voice, occasionally releasing immortal energy from my palm. After searching two courtyards and over a hundred rooms, I still couldn’t find him. Thinking about how long Qian Yi could hold on, I grew more anxious, retracted my mortal form, transformed into my divine body, and rushed through various rooms.

I had left half my immortal energy throughout the palace, and he still hadn’t appeared. Did he want me to cause more chaos!

Frustrated, I floated to the rooftop and was about to shout: “Ghost King! Someone is looking for you! Ghost…

Before finishing, my mouth was covered from behind. I tilted my head to look, then pushed his hand away, embracing him: “I missed you!”

Mu Chen stared at me, saying word by word: “If you shout again, I’ll throw you under the waterfall and rinse you a hundred times.”

“…I won’t shout.”

He pointed and sealed my immortal energy, carrying me down and landing before speaking: “What are you doing here?”

I quickly said: “Where’s Lian Xiao? I need to find him urgently.”

He raised an eyebrow: “You don’t ask where I’ve been these past two days, but instead ask about him?”

I almost choked: “Are you jealous?”

Seeing his glare, I urgently said, “Quickly find him, or Qian Yi will not be able to hold on.”

He frowned and led me through the corridor. I noticed his steps weren’t as quick as usual and asked while following: “Lian Xiao said he’d keep you in the palace, using cold ice to resolve the resentful spirit… I thought if you told him you’re his son, he wouldn’t harm you.”

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