Hearing their leader's words, all the Ghostly Beings lowered their heads slightly and replied solemnly, "Understood!"
With that, their leader turned and immediately headed in a certain direction through the mist.
The other Ghostly Beings quickly followed.
"Clop, clop, clop..."
After a while, the Ghostly Beings followed the tracks that seemed to stretch through the void and arrived in front of a teahouse.
The teahouse was built entirely of wood. A somewhat worn tea banner hung outside the railing, and colored glass was set into the window frames, making the place look rather luxurious.
Yet now it stood alone in a wilderness amid the white mist, with nothing to be seen in any direction. The building was as silent as the grave, seemingly abandoned.
The Ghostly Beings stopped in front of the teahouse. Their leader stepped forward and gazed inside, speaking in a low voice. "My name is 'Xi.'"
"I have come with my fellow subordinates to pay our respects to the King's successor."
The voice was not loud, yet it instantly pierced the teahouse's many barriers and carried inside...
Inside the teahouse.
Flowers and plants flourished, brimming with life.
Clothing lay scattered everywhere.
A bodice embroidered with curling lotus vines on a deep blue ground rested on a slender flower branch, which swayed faintly beneath its weight.
Through the trembling gaps between the branches, Pei Ling could be seen lounging casually on a throne woven from vines. Li Lieyue and Yan Minghua sat at his sides, their clothes in disarray, both looking thoroughly satisfied.
Pei Ling suddenly asked, "Did anything happen while I was away these past few days?"
Yan Minghua lifted her head and answered in a sweet, soft voice, "Nothing happened, just..."
As if she had only just remembered, she furrowed her brow. "Senior Brother Fu and