Yuanying tribulation.

PEI Ling seemed to have sensed something and turned his head. He saw Zhen NI's dress trailing on the ground as she walked forward and said respectfully,"Young master PEI Ling, please follow me back to the yin boat of the mystic bone tomb and wait for master."

"Alright," he said. He nodded his head and followed jiaoqing back to the yin boat of the mystic skeleton mausoleum.

With the fog Willow in the lead and the many spectral soul maidservants on the deck, the originally awe-inspiring Mystic skeleton's boat became even colder and more bone-chilling, overflowing with cold energy.

When these maidservants saw PEI Ling approaching, their gazes were a little complicated.

Especially the mist Willow.

However, no matter what they thought in their hearts, their attitude towards PEI Ling was the same as Jiaojiao's. They were extremely respectful and did not dare to slight her.

A short moment later, the mystic skeleton's yin boat soared into the sky.