In the main hall of the Ghost Palace, there was only a high platform, a few seats and a large table.
Yan Qianjue walked straight to the chair at the highest point as if no one else was around. The design of the chair was somewhat like a dragon throne. However, what should have been the dragon head's hand was indeed carved with the exquisite and strange image of a skull.
Bai Keke wanted to sit on the chair casually under the stage, but Yan Qianjue lifted his hand and pulled her to his side with his mana. Yan Qianjue casually placed Bai Keke on his lap.
Looking at Su Zhengqing's stunned face, Bai Keke moved a little awkwardly, but found that in the face of Yan Qianjue's strength, she was struggling like an ant trying to shake a tree. She just pretended to be her real name and sat down cas
