Don't look at Lu Xingyan as just a tiny little thing now.
But the middle-aged ghost saw clearly that, whether it was his eldest son Yu Huai or that demon who would knock a group of people unconscious as soon as the conversation turned sour, they were all listening to her.
This kind of person, she liked to kill with a borrowed knife.
"Are you an Immortal?" The middle-aged ghost did not answer right away, but looked at Lu Xingyan cautiously and asked.
"Yes, I am an Immortal," Lu Xingyan nodded in response.
However, she did not reveal the unique abilities of an Immortal to convince the middle-aged ghost of her identity as an Immortal.
She admitted her identity, but whether he believed it or not was up to him.
After all, whether the middle-aged ghost believed her or not, she had a way to find out what she wanted to know.
"Please, Immortal, save Anlin Kingdom!"
The middle-aged ghost cried out, leading the way by kneeling down to Lu Xingyan.