Old Li's voice was not loud.
Yet it was clearly carried into the ears of Matchmaker, White-Faced Ghost, and over a million Golden Apricot spectators.
The world fell deathly silent once more.
White-Faced Ghost, whose attention had already shifted to Matchmaker, could not help turning to look.
At that moment, the center of the world returned to that carriage.
Or rather, to the faint voice coming from within it:
"One lives but one life; one is bound to endure some abuse."
That line from the Sickly Young Master was brimming with philosophy.
Old Li did not possess such depth or cultivation. He said bluntly, "But it is merely a ghost, a petty little ghost. How dare it insult someone? This is utterly outrageous!"
White-Faced Ghost froze. I am a petty little ghost?
Matchmaker's red lips parted slightly. The ghost that had slain Uncle Jin and Elder Fu with a single sword stroke... petty? The more than a million Golden Apricot viewers erupted as well. But just as the comments were about to become lively, a single sentence from the young master in the carriage silenced the world again: "Old Li, are you going to deprive a ghost of its right to speak?"
The young master seemed to stand atop the clouds.
Even his tone of voice was so lofty and aloof.
As though he had been born holding the power of life and death over every living being and dead thing in this land.
White-Faced Ghost gripped its sword, its face twitching from the force it exerted, yet it could not help wanting to listen further. It wanted to hear how the carriage's master and servant would continue to lord it over the world behind its back. It also wanted to hear whether something so absurd, so beyond the expectations