The moon was dark, the wind was high, and the cold cicadas cried mournfully.
In a deep ravine far from the clamor of the human world, a waterfall rushed with a splashing roar. Suddenly, a shadow flashed past.
At once, a furious shout rang out beyond the ravine. "Ghost! I finally caught you!"
With two cries, white-clad figures leaped out from before and behind, longswords in hand. Judging by the fluctuations of true qi, both had cultivation around the third realm. As they sprang forth, Sword Qi immediately crisscrossed the mountain cave.
"Ah—" The black shadow revealed its true form beneath the moonlight. It was a ghost with a green face and protruding fangs, ferocious beyond measure.
Such a ghost should have terrified anyone who saw it, yet terror was what filled its eyes now. It did not dare clash head-on with the two cultivators, instead turning and darting toward the top of the ravine, ghostly as the wind.
The two young sword cultivators pursued closely, but before they could catch the ghost, a great net covered in yellow talismans suddenly blocked its path from above and dropped over its head.
Sizzle—
The sound of meat searing on an iron plate came from within the net. A clever-looking young girl descended from the sky, followed by four men in black. Together, they hauled in the net and bound the ghost tight.
The girl repeatedly urged, "Hurry and put it in the Yin Jade Bottle. If you take too long and kill it, none of us gets paid."
"Yes!" The black-clad men nodded.
"Stop!" The two young sword cultivators caught up and sharply halted them. "We waited beneath this ravine for a full day and night before catching this ghost. How dare you rob us halfway through?"
"Who cares how long