At this moment, inside a huge building atop Spleen-Liver Peak, a Big-headed Ghost that looked like a steward cheerfully knocked on a door.
"Come in!"
At once, a deep voice came from within. The power contained within it made even the doors and windows hum and tremble.
The Big-headed Ghost immediately pushed open the door and entered. First, he scanned the room, where Cultivator Skeletons had been tossed about in a mess and piled into several small mountains. A trace of heartache flashed through his eyes, after which he rubbed his hands together and smiled obsequiously at Fierce Division King, who lay sprawled in a huge bone chair.
"Ghost King, are you satisfied with today's offering?"
"Not bad. A good mix of fat and lean—much better than yesterday's."
Fierce Division King picked his teeth with a thigh bone and nodded. Only then did he turn his gaze toward the Big-headed Ghost and ask in a deep voice:
"How did things go on your side? Have you found what I need?"
"Reporting to my lord, although I did not find any fellow cultivators selling Nine Yin Cold Iron, I heard some news that such a spiritual material has appeared on Lung-Slice Peak. What do you think...?"
By the end, the Big-headed Ghost could not help hesitating.
"Haha, I've only eaten a few hundred Human Race Cultivators from you, and you're already so eager to drive me away? Your Big-headed Ghost Tribe truly lives up to its reputation for stinginess!"
Hearing This, Fierce Division King laughed and mocked him.
He's eaten and drunk for free for so many days without making a single transaction, yet he has the nerve to call us stingy. This Fierce Division King is truly shameless!
Though the Big-headed Ghost cursed Fierce Division King inwardly, he did not