The already crumbling Palace in the Western Ghost City collapsed halfway due to the added chaos caused by Qing Wu and the Northern Ghost Emperor's "wild father-daughter" antics, with "she runs, he chases, and she's trapped" making the situation worse.
"Oh no, the city's completely collapsed! Gotta run, gotta run, if I don't run now, I'll be stuck paying for virtue points!"
Qing Wu wiped the blood from her nose, floating over to the Northern Ghost Emperor, who looked as dark as a storm cloud, and stood on tiptoe, draping an arm around his shoulder. "Uncle, if you hit me with that hammer on my face again, I might really have to kill you as my father."
The Northern Ghost Emperor snorted coldly, black clouds swirling beneath his feet as he sped away.
"The hammer won't crack that thick skin of yours anyway."
"Sigh, I'm so heartbroken. Uncle Bei, how could you say that to your dear child, whom you raised by yourself?"