Leaving was definitely out of the question. The old man had known the moment I entered the Netherworld. If I didn't resolve this problem, he might come looking for me every day in the future.
Unless I gave up the cave abode I'd spent a fortune building—but I couldn't bear to. Xijun and Wang Yan had both fallen asleep on the luxurious bed, while Song Wanyi and Jiang Han had chosen their own rooms and loved them.
A blessing or a calamity—what was meant to come couldn't be avoided. I touched the Yin-Yang Token. I would use the old method: meet him once. If that didn't work, I could only flee.
"Military Advisor, what do you think?" Dimei was deeply worried. The old man was waiting outside, yet he hadn't shown any sign of hostility toward her.
"You can hide in the little wooden figure at any time. At the critical moment, I'll borrow a passage to the mortal world." As I spoke, I stored all the ghost generals, including Xijun, in the Soul Urn and ghost coffin.
"That works. Then we still have to meet him once." Dimei invited me outside.
In a pavilion outside, a white-haired old man stood waiting. When I approached and took a closer look, my heart settled. This wasn't the old man displayed on the Sin Mirror Terrace, but someone else entirely.
The old man before me had white hair but a youthful face. His eyes were clear, as though utterly free of impurities. Only a great cultivator who had attained the Dao could reach such a state. Yet judging by his current strength, he was at most a Yin Soul.
With my ghost mask on, I already possessed mid-stage Ghost General strength, which was linked to my own personal strength. If he were