Just as Gu Qiaoqiao entered, it had already dissipated.
And on the chair sat an Old Spirit who seemed to be quite aged.
His face was somewhat blurred. But from the style of his clothing, it did not seem like he had been dead for very long, though somehow his body resembled those who had been dead for decades.
Gu Qiaoqiao couldn't help but look at the top of his head, and was shocked to find a cluster of Merit Light as large as an egg, which was quite rare.
Someone with such Merit Light probably wasn't exceptionally wealthy and noble in life, but definitely had status and position, otherwise he wouldn't have such merit, or perhaps he was a great benefactor, yet his aura was very fierce, as if he had been to the battlefield.
By this time, Lin Qinghuan had already drifted over like a ghost, staring intently at Gu Qiaoqiao, her voice sharp, "Gu Qiaoqiao, you really have the guts to dare to come here."
Gu Qiaoqiao glanced once more at the Old Spirit, he seemed to be unconscious.
