"Not a place of virtue?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Nan's brows furrowed, and he repeated in confusion what Wang Sanman had just said.
The Soul Fire in Wang Sanman's skeletal head blazed brightly. The flickering of the Soul Fire seemed as if he was continuously nodding in agreement.
A mysterious tone seeped from Wang Sanman's words.
"You don't know…"
"According to rumors…"
"There are ghosts in this place..."
Ye Nan and the other two exchanged glances.
Ghosts? Aren't you a freaking ghost yourself?
The situation Ye Nan and his companions encountered was hardly unique.
After the Soul Bead completely shattered and the Dominator released an army of Demon Fiends, the entire Heavenly Palace had grown increasingly bizarre and perilous.
Countless dead souls awakened. Those of a benign nature might chat with a professionist they encountered, showing little to no hostility. However, who could tell if these dead souls were actually gathering information or harboring some unknown motives?
