You were a simple ghost who had died, you passed away on the battle against the Yiling Patriarch, the name itself caused the goosebumps appear. You now lived peacefully in the Ghost City.

You were traveling through the red, shining streets, full of disgusting looking creatures, ghosts, or cultivators who lived here. You were enjoying your day ‘till you noticed a very familiar figure. Sitting on a noodles place, if that thing of bones and flesh could be called noodles.

The black long sleeves and the long silk hair.. the most noticeable thing was on the table, that well known flute of evil.. It was the Yilling Patriarch! He.. He was death!?