The old man in black robes radiated a heavy aura of death. As he merely drifted over, the temperature around him plummeted. Some of the lower-level martial artists even breathed out white mist.
Seeing the old man in black, Steward Zhou's body seemed to tense slightly.
This tiny detail did not escape Yi Yun's eyes. He immediately guessed that Steward Zhou was probably extremely wary of the old man in black.
"So it's the Blood Ghost Lord of the Nine Netherworld. It's been several hundred years since we last met." Steward Zhou smiled and took the initiative to greet him.
The Blood Ghost Lord merely cast Steward Zhou a cold glance and ignored him completely. Steward Zhou's face darkened. Though he wanted to explode, he ultimately said nothing.
Many people saw this scene.
Yi Yun was somewhat surprised. This was happening in front of so many disciples of the Taixia Ancient Mine, and Steward Zhou cared about his reputation. Yet he had endured it.
"Ghost Race martial artists are very difficult to deal with. When there's a difference in strength, it's entirely possible to fall into the hands of a Ghost Race expert without realizing it and make a fool of yourself in public. This Steward Zhou may have already learned that lesson. Compared to making a fool of himself in public, swallowing his anger is still the better choice," Bai Yueyin said.
"Ghost Lord... should be equivalent to the human Divine Lord realm, right?" Yi Yun asked.
"You could say that."
Yi Yun understood. Steward Zhou was already at the peak of the Divine Lord realm, yet under these circumstances, he was completely suppressed by the Blood Ghost Lord. This made Yi Yun secretly take note of Ghost Race martial artists.
At that moment, the Blood Ghost Lord suddenly