A Very Awkward Matter: Meeting Without Recognition

Originally, the Bitter Sea Ferryman was simply the Bitter Sea Ferryman. Qin Yang had never intended to seize any right of appointment; that authority was far too great for one person to hold alone, and it did not accord with the fundamental laws of the world's evolution.

So, slipping in a little private cargo, making things more convenient for himself, and incidentally placing restrictions on the ferryman had merely been a sneaky detour—he had tampered slightly with the Bitter Sea Ferryman's boat.

Only a ferry boat fused with the Silence Mark was a true Bitter Sea ferry.

After all, without a ferry boat, what sea were you supposed to cross?

At the time, he truly had not expected that this small detail would produce boat tickets.

Still less had he expected that casually tossing boat tickets into the Bitter Sea would directly summon a ferry boat to come pick them up.

Had he known it would be so easy, why had he waited so long?

Boat tickets brought another advantage: anyone with one could board the boat.

They were unregistered and unnumbered.

He would not need to personally apply the Silence Mark either, and could conveniently conceal the fact that the Silence Mark was related to him.

Though there were heaps of people in the Great Wilderness who knew he had mastered the Sorrow Art, this was not the Great Wilderness. There were plenty of Old Ghosts here who had died who knew how many years ago.

Was it difficult for one or two among such ancient ghosts to have mastered the Sorrow Art?

As for that mark, perhaps it differed somewhat from the Silence divine ability of others who had mastered the Sorrow Art. Who knew?

It was always better to keep one more trump card, and better not