This funeral procession looked like something out of a fantasy. The surrounding space showed signs of distortion, proving that controlling such a massive number of ghosts carrying a coffin was no easy feat.
It wasn't just me who was astonished. The other immortals' faces had also turned slightly pale. Ye Yunqiu looked at Mu Zhongping and said, "Fellow Daoist Mu, what do you think this is...?"
"Of course they're asking for passage money. We've taken so many things from other people, so naturally they don't mind asking us for something in return. Isn't that fair?" Mu Zhongping let out a sinister cackle, his gaze sweeping over everything as though he had seen far too much of this already.
"What..." Ye Yunqiu's expression changed. Clearly, this tied in with what Mu Zhongping had said earlier. Suo Quan hurriedly said, "Then what do we do? They want half our people. Surely we can't give them that? That's impossible!"
"We have to try. I'll go talk to them." Ye Yunqiu lived up to his position as the temporary leader of the righteous path. He was a man who shouldered responsibility, so without needing anyone to urge him, he quickly flew down to the broad East Street.
Naturally, the group couldn't let Ye Yunqiu down. Besides, in terms of the number and strength of the Eight Tribulations among us, we clearly weren't afraid of the other side. We held plenty of leverage in the negotiations, so there was no need to flee outright.
But Mu Zhongping gave a sinister smile. As Ye Yunqiu descended, he said, "If it looks even slightly like the negotiations are failing, we won't wait for you. We'll turn around and leave."
"Of course." Ye Yunqiu answered very readily. When he left, Wei Guangyu and his wife decisively followed behind