Moments later, the Lute Ghost regained consciousness and reappeared in front of Si Huangquan.
She instinctively stepped back, only to realize there was no need to retreat. The Yin Queen Core in her hand had already been taken by the other party.
"Young Master!"
The Lute Ghost looked fixedly at Si Huangquan, her voice strained.
Though she had no physical body, everyone at that moment could see from her expression that she was in a terrible mood.
"This is not good, I'm not saying it's wrong for you to reclaim the power of Queen Yin. But this is not good, a great disaster will happen, and both the Young Master and we will die!"
"Disaster?" Si Huangquan murmured, continuing to ask: "What kind of disaster? Do you foresee something? Specifically, what is the content?"
The Lute Ghost could foresee certain futures through music.
"I don't know what kind of disaster, only that I foresaw a death omen."
