What the entire Northern Border Legion could never have expected was that the hidden danger of the Heavenly Tomb—which had troubled everyone's minds for so long—and the Ghost Tide that had been attacking for a full half-year, were both resolved by Su Ping in just a single day.
At this moment, within the Northern Border Legion, Leng Ye, who hadn't slept all night, rested his head against his shoulder, reclining in a large chair inside the command center. He stared at the satellite's bird's-eye view of the Heavenly Tomb.
Even though he had reassured himself countless times in his heart, at this moment, this Ghost Saint—who had seen so much of life and death and endured countless hardships—found his fingers trembling slightly. He stared unblinkingly at the satellite map, desperately trying to pierce through the image to figure out exactly what was happening inside.
