Seeing the Ghost Envoy leave with Lin Yurong and Liao Qianqian, Xia Xin was still somewhat dazed.
First, he hadn't expected that he would truly succeed in summoning a deity.
Secondly, he began to doubt the identity of his ancestor.
In the past, the Judge Cui treated Jiangli with respect, and Xia Xin merely thought it was because of the ancestor's many years of life, earning her some deference from the judge.
But now it seemed that the ancestor had quite the reputation in Fengdu, where everyone from the high-ranking judges to the lowly Ghost Envoys knew of Jiangli's name.
Was the ancestor's reputation really that renowned?
Even after secluding herself for eight hundred years, Fengdu still remembered her.
Xia Xin, curious, couldn't help but ask, "Ancestor, you..."
"What does this message mean?"
Xia Xin hadn't finished his sentence when Jiangli, holding her phone, suddenly furrowed her brows.