Deep within the ghost realm, the aristocratic clans were as numerous as cattle, and noble families resembled grains of sand in a river.
Yet among them, only a scant few could truly be deemed supreme and peerless.
The Ren Family, to which this man belonged, was one such family.
The exact length of the Ren Family's existence is untraceable, lost to the mists of history.
But to thrive and endure unstirred in such a chaotic domain for so long, even blossoming with greater prosperity—one can only imagine the incomprehensible magnitude of its power.
The man before them was none other than Ren Tianyun, a legitimate scion of the Ren Family.
The Destined Ghost Monarch was well aware of his place. Compared to such an identity, his title as Ghost Monarch was utterly insignificant—pathetic even. He wasn't qualified to serve as a dog, let alone a peer.
Thus, when he heard of someone from the Ren Family descending upon this place, excitement surged through him uncontrollably.
