The Soul-Destroying Formation was an artificial ghostly maze. If someone wandered into one in the forest, they could very likely die of exhaustion or hunger without ever finding the way out. I had encircled the forest around the cavern all the way there, then made a wide detour before descending the mountain.
The Four Little Immortals had always been desolate, and there were plenty of evil ghosts besides. Unless someone came looking for revenge against me, no one would easily climb the mountain. I could only pray that there was an expert among them. Otherwise, if they failed to get out, they had only themselves to blame.
After descending the mountain, I called Lei Qing. He came racing toward the Daoist temple in a Mercedes as if he had found his reinforcements.
I walked along the highway. Before I had gone very far, a Mercedes S-Class came roaring over. When the driver saw me, he slammed on the brakes, skidded a long way, and only then turned around.
Lei Qing got out of the car. He could be considered a big boss now, dressed in an Armani suit and wearing a Hermès belt. With his shirt tucked neatly into his waistband, he looked sharp, nothing like the lazy punk I had known before. Most importantly, he was wearing a huge pair of frog sunglasses. He looked incredibly flashy.
A Biao, who was beside him, had gotten quite the bearing too. He knew how to offer cigarettes now and spoke with exaggerated politeness.
"Bro, you finally came out. The two Great Kings are still lying in the basement. We've been bullied terribly by our opponents. Everyone says you wiped out the Tang Family, but got crippled by them afterward and went into hiding because you didn't dare show your face." A