Feng'an City, City Lord's Mansion, Eastern courtyard.
On the long corridor outside, Lu Liang sat behind a long table, lost in thought.
Accompanied by faint footsteps, a white-robed scholar with an eerie, fake smile appeared from the withered yellow bamboo grove at the edge of the courtyard.
King Wuyou!
Lu Liang's entire body jolted, Yin Spirit Divine Power stirring within him.
"Young Master, you mustn't act rashly." Lu Thirteen, seated opposite him, hurriedly rose to dissuade him. "King Wuyou is easy to kill, but kill one, and countless King Wuyou clones will latch onto you."
"If you really make a move, you'll fall right into the Qingyang City Lord's trap!"
Without waiting for Lu Liang's response, he rapidly waved his hand.
A black-armored Ghost Soldier suddenly appeared beside Li Wuyou. He kicked him out of the courtyard, then charged after him.
As the sounds of clashing blows steadily receded, the Ghost Soldier and Li Wuyou soon vanished into the distance, far from the City Lord's Mansion.
Lu Liang's cheek twitched as he clenched his fist. "Damn Old Bastard Xiao!"
Only after a long while did he regain his calm. "Any news from the batch of Ghost Soldiers sent away through Yellow Springs Crossing?"
Lu Thirteen shook his head grimly. "Twelve groups, one hundred and eight men in total. No word from any of them."
"Not even one?" Lu Liang could hardly believe it.
Lu Thirteen nodded solemnly. "They were likely either intercepted by Qingyang City or fell victim to King Wuyou."
"Has Feng'an City completely become an isolated city that can be entered but not left?" Lu Liang's face darkened.
Lu Thirteen nodded with an ugly expression. "With the Eastern Extreme Longevity Scripture, most of the city's residents have already begun mastering the Three Paths Curse."
"But the River of