A massive thunder pattern appeared in the sky,
followed by countless bolts of lightning descending from heaven, numbering hundreds in total,
each one chasing after the Ghost Race below,
"Ah—"
Numerous screams intertwined with the thunderous sounds of lightning, growing weaker,
and finally settling into calm,
leaving only hundreds of Ghost Pearls quietly floating in the air.
Zhou Xun waved his hand, and these Ghost Pearls streamed into his Storage Bag,
having collected them all.
"Thank you, Elder Zhou, for saving our lives. If you hadn't arrived in time, we two might not have escaped today's catastrophe," Lan Yanping said gratefully.
"No need for thanks. Why were you surrounded by the Ghost Race here?" Zhou Xun asked.
Lan Yanping sighed and recounted how they were exploring the Ghostly Mist Land and accidentally fell into a trap set by the Ghost Race.
"The Ghostly Mist Land is fraught with danger; you need to be more careful in the future," Zhou Xun advised.
