Two days later, on Other Earth.
Sunlight bathed the land, filtering through sparse leaves and scattering mottled patches of light over a group of Ghost Face Monks.
The more than two-hundred-member Ghost Monk team was resting in a mountain forest in complete silence, disciplined and orderly.
On a distant mountaintop, Big Hammer and Li Haoge stood shoulder to shoulder, both staring intently at an Ancient Tower not far below.
The Ancient Tower towered into the clouds, exuding an archaic charm. Only the Ghost Monk Clan could have built something like it.
In front of the Ancient Tower, a group of people was negotiating something.
It was the team led by Jiang Xiao, Yue Yuchen, Blind Girl, and He Yun.
The Four-person Team stood in a patch of tangled weeds. Behind them were Jiang Xiao's seven Gold Companion disciples.
In front of them were Jiang Xiao's seven Silver Companions. They were emitting one eerie ghost roar after another as they negotiated with a motley group of Ghost Face Monks.
Clearly, this motley monk group was the owner of Ancient Tower Peak.
Gold Hui bent forward, bracing both hands on her knees as she leaned close to Jiang Xiao's ear and continuously translated the Ghost Monks' conversation.
She did an excellent job translating, and in real time at that, allowing the Four-person Team to grasp the progress of this "negotiation" immediately.
Gold Hui: "Hehe. Welcome, very welcome. We long for powerful clansmen, and even more so for powerful opponents. Hehe."
Jiang Xiao was rather curious about how Gold Hui could discern such meaning from those meaningless ghost roars.
The language of the Ghost Monk Clan was truly unique.
"Don't bother translating the 'hehe.'" Jiang Xiao looked up at Gold Hui and said, "I can understand that part."
Gold Hui: "..."
Strictly speaking,