"Yes, I'll go too." I nodded. Grandma was about to deal with Zhou Qiping and uproot the Lan Prefecture Ghost Way. That would be a good thing for me as well. Seeing how readily I agreed, Grandma looked at me with relief, then turned to Shan Long. "Shan Long, gather everyone at once. We're attacking the Netherworld Ghost Way now."
"I shall obey my master's command!" Shan Long accepted the order and vanished immediately, presumably to mobilize the others. Granny Meng looked somewhat worried and said, "This place is still half a month's journey from the Netherworld Ghost Way. What if they complete the conversion during those two weeks?"
"Then we'll have to force our way in. We can't expect to take down the Netherworld Ghost Way without bloodshed. They worship evil ghosts as their orthodoxy. Not one can be left alive, or we risk bringing disaster upon the mortal world." Grandma said this at once, silencing Granny Meng. She followed us out as well.
It didn't take long for everyone to finish mobilizing. Although we hadn't seen many Ghost Way disciples when we came here before, once they were summoned, there turned out to be as many as four or five thousand. They had truly emptied their nest.
Everyone had their own way of traveling. Some summoned ghost bats and rode the wind, while others flew atop a mass of dark wind. Most, however, summoned Swiftstride Ghosts like I did. Those ghosts were like tanks and could carry quite a few people. Zhao Qian, Shang Wanqiu, and Xiao Mengtong stood beside me. As for Quan Chanyu and Granny Meng, they sat atop the golden ghost coffin Grandma had summoned.
I stared at the coffin, carved with dragons and phoenixes and resplendent in gold, and immediately felt intensely envious. I