At the summit of Camp You, inside the first-floor hall of the Wooden Tower.
Behind the desk, Lan Zhang rested his chin on his right hand and lounged lazily against a broad wooden chair.
"They actually discovered the Blood God Son?"
"Interesting."
Bai Zhilang stood hesitantly before the desk on the left. "We're still short on Multi-headed Flood Dragons. Isn't it a little too early to expose the Blood God Son now?"
"Not too early. Not too early at all. The timing is just right." The corners of Lan Zhang's mouth lifted slightly.
Bai Zhilang could not help frowning. "But twenty percent of our Ghost Soldiers have yet to complete their Blood God Son conversion. If we expose them now, I'm afraid..."
"That twenty percent of Ghost Soldiers was never going to be converted successfully." Lan Zhang shook his head with a light laugh. "Our City Lord Jian isn't that foolish."
Bai Zhilang's expression changed. "Could those Ghost Soldiers be the Dao Soldiers secretly trained by the City Lord's Mansion? Stakes planted throughout the various camps?"
"Don't be so surprised. Look, isn't our Supervisor Gong perfectly calm?" Lan Zhang cheerfully raised his chin toward Gong Huan.
Bai Zhilang abruptly turned to Gong Huan beside him. "You knew all along?!"
"Those Ghost Soldiers are closely tied to the Soul Summoning Banner. They're the key to the City Lord forcibly controlling the Soul Summoning Banner." Gong Huan shrugged, his face utterly calm. "I'm the supervisor, after all. Naturally, I have to know a few ways to counter you."
"He wouldn't hand every Ghost Soldier over to me. What if I seized the Soul Summoning Banner from him?" Lan Zhang straightened up, stretching and rolling his shoulders. "Since City Lord Jian held something back, then it doesn't matter if I give him a