Inside the room, an elderly lady dressed in silk pajamas, her hair disheveled, wielded a Peach Wood Sword, slashing wildly throughout the space.
As she hacked away, she cursed aloud, "Out! All of you get out! If you dare cling to me again, I'll have the Mage banish you to the eighteenth level of hell, never to reincarnate…"
The elderly lady suddenly pointed the Peach Wood Sword at a vase, yelling, "Sang Ziming, why haven't you reincarnated? Why are you haunting me? Is it because the offerings I burned for you weren't enough? Do you resent me? What right do you have to resent me? Victory belongs to the strong; you lost, accept your fate…"
Han Yue crouched in the corner, watching the scene unfold before her with a numb expression.
