In the front hall, apart from six or seven ghosts standing there, two pale-faced mortals were seated on the left side.
They were precisely the pair of men and women from the Flower Cloud Sect and the Divine Maiden Sect.
The man's breath was slightly heavy, and the air he exhaled carried a hint of iron rust smell, suggesting he was slightly injured.
The woman, however, seemed unreadable. Although her face was pale, her gaze flowed shrewdly, seemingly with plans in mind.
Seeing Earth Puppet Lu Zheng being brought in, a trace of resentment appeared on the man's face, but the woman showed a slight smile.
Pressed onto the first seat on the right side of the front hall, two ghosts behind Earth Puppet Lu Zheng stepped back quietly, standing in place.
