Hao Yuntu hesitated. "A disciple of the Ghost Doctor? I'm afraid that person may not give me any face!"
There was reason for his concern. The Ghost Doctor's disciple had been in the Qi Capital for so long, and it was not as though he had never tried to make contact. He had once sent someone to summon him, but the man had ignored him outright and refused the summons. Later, to show his sincerity, he had personally paid a discreet visit in plain clothes. Yet let alone meeting the man, he had not even been allowed through the front gate. It had cost him, the emperor, considerable face and even left him somewhat enraged.
Yet what could he do? He could not do anything to the man, nor did he dare act rashly against him.
Yuwen Yan sighed. "Your Majesty, things have already come to this. Whether it works or not, we have to give it a try."
Hao Yuntu said, "Naturally. But that man has a peculiar temperament. We cannot place all our hopes on him alone."
The three Sect Masters exchanged glances. Bei Xuan nodded. "Let's try first. As for the rest, we'll think it over and see whether there are any other methods."
Hao Yuntu immediately turned his head. "Bu Xun, go personally and invite him. Explain the situation and make him understand what is at stake. You must be sincere."
"Yes!" Bu Xun accepted the order. Not daring to delay, he promptly departed.
He did not bring many people—only a dozen or so. They galloped their horses straight through the palace, charged out through the palace gates, and headed for a certain neighborhood deep within the capital...
The arrival of more than ten riders shattered the quiet of the small alley.
After dismounting, Bu Xun