Late at night, the moonlight hung high in the sky.
Yet within the Hale family Holy Land, it was still incredibly lively and noisy.
Normally, there were only two or three thousand young disciples in the Holy Land. But tonight, guests from various families, sects, and dynasties had gathered here, and the small Holy Land accommodated a full six to seven thousand people.
Many were looking forward to tomorrow's grand ceremony, so excited they tossed and turned, unable to sleep. This naturally caused the Holy Land to become as bustling as a city that never sleeps.
Within a dark thicket of trees, a streak of electric current materialized out of thin air.
The next second, the current permeated into a thick black mist, transforming into a physical human form.
It was exactly the Thunder Ghost King, crawling on the ground in a prone position.
