"Sect Master Ji, may I ask where this Hard Bang Gang of yours is located?"
Ghost King had the Masked Man take a seat, but he was still half-convinced and half-doubtful.
"Our sect is far to the north of Kunlun. It's only natural that Ghost King hasn't heard of it."
"Then what grudge do Sect Master Ji and Jiang Siming have between them?"
Hearing this, the Masked Man sighed and said, "To tell you the truth, a few years ago, I was passing through Dongzhou with my wife. We were eating hot pot and singing songs when, all of a sudden, a bandit robbed us!"
"That bandit was Jiang Siming. He was incredibly powerful, and I couldn't beat him. He coveted my wife's beauty and forcibly abducted her!"
"So I worked hard to improve myself and swore to avenge myself and wipe out this humiliation!"
When he reached the sorrowful part, the Masked Man began sobbing bitterly.
"Jiang Siming is truly detestable. He claims to be from a respectable orthodox sect, yet what he does is no different from what we evil and demonic cultivators do."
"Exactly. When the Demonic Cult attacked Qingyun Sect, that fellow used brutal methods. Not only did he kill countless elites from our demonic path, he also seized people's possessions and killed them for their goods."
"That's right. That fellow is even proficient in Puppet Technique. He killed the Sect Master of Myriad Poison Sect, then imprisoned his soul and turned him into his Ghost Slave. I really can't tell whether he's the demon or we are."
"Compared to him, I feel like I'm practically a gentleman!"
Everyone chimed in with their opinions, sneering at Jiang Siming and holding him in utter contempt.
Ghost King looked at Ji Erbangying, a feeling of shared misfortune welling