Sang Le Youling has become a Ghost Cultivator!
She wore a white mourning garment, as ethereal as cold mist, subtly translucent. Her skirt hem silently hung and floated three inches above the ground.
Her face, faintly recognizable, retained a trace of its former beauty, shadowed by an inescapable melancholy between her brows.
Her long hair cascaded like an ink waterfall, with misty tendrils dancing at the tips.
Her eyes were no longer distinct in black and white but rather clouded and veiled, with two icy blue soul fires flickering in the depths of her pupils.
Her ten fingers had become even more slender than before, her nails a shade of blackish gray. Beside her floated a Jiaowei Ghost Pattern Zither.
Just moments ago, it was she who activated this Magic Treasure, urged the sound of the zither, and opened the southern city gate.
With this opening of the city gates, it was no trivial matter!
It can be said that it immediately changed the battlefield's situation.
