Black Yin Mountain lay more than twenty thousand li from the Mystic Weight Sect. Even at the treasure ship's full speed, the journey would take two days.
Jiang Ping'an and Mo Ruyan thus spent two days together aboard the treasure ship.
While chatting with Mo Ruyan, Jiang Ping'an thought of Xiao Duanyu, Zhuo Bufan, and the other True Sword Spirits (Ghost Kings), and asked, "How are my Ghost Kings?"
"They are not dead. I merely confined them," Mo Ruyan said.
"That is good. Thank you, Fairy Mo, for showing mercy."
After a pause, he asked probingily, "Fairy Mo, could you give me a few Ghost Kings as dowry?"
Mo Ruyan flatly refused. "No."
Jiang Ping'an silently spread his hands.
"I would rather advise you to grant those Ghost Kings their freedom," Mo Ruyan said.
"I never mistreated them," Jiang Ping'an defended himself. "I painstakingly raised them, scrimping and saving. If not for me, they would still be muddleheaded to this day."
Mo Ruyan was slightly surprised. "Were they not captured by you?"
"Of course I captured them," Jiang Ping'an said. "But when I caught them, they were not Ghost Kings yet. Some were merely Fierce Spirits."
Two days later, the treasure ship arrived at Black Yin Mountain, then flew directly into its deepest reaches before landing at Mo Ruyan's palace.
As the ship descended into the palace, Jiang Ping'an discovered red knots and lanterns hung everywhere, filling the place with festivity. It was clear that Mo Ruyan truly intended to marry him.
Of course, it was also possible that Mo Ruyan regarded the wedding ceremony as some sort of ritual, planning to devour the groom afterward.
Since he had no intention of fighting to the death and could not escape anyway, he could only treat it as a joyous occasion