The Ghost City of Imperial Capital City

"Old Woman has already told me everything she knows."

After returning to the mansion, Hu Ma ate a little, then went back to the room the old servant had prepared for him.

That day, he had finally met Old Woman and seen the legendary ancestral shrine. He had also asked some of the questions he most wanted answered.

Though Old Woman could not answer everything, he understood that she had given him the answers in her own way. Ever since he had met the National Teacher on Old Yin Mountain, the last trace of doubt in his turbulent heart had finally dissipated that day.

Outside the mansion, the White Lanterns still hung in place. The mourners and pallbearers were still eating in the courtyard, while he remained in an unlit room, silently sorting through his thoughts.

The Talisman Suppression Mansion, the Ghost-Walking Bridge, the so-called merit rankings of the Great Luo Dharma Sect, and...

...the Xiao Hong Tang Old Woman had left him.

His lips pressed together slightly. He pondered for a long while, then slowly sank into his Natal Spirit Temple.

Now that he had made his decision, he could talk with the Reincarnators. Naturally, he would start with someone he trusted.

He thought of Miss White Wine.

Trusting that he hadn't imagined seeing her when his father's coffin was carried out that morning, he thought he could call for her first and exchange some information.

But to his surprise, when he entered his Natal Spirit Temple and had only just inserted his life-incense into the censer, countless voices suddenly rang out. Some were frantic, some astonished, some angry. All kinds of voices mingled inside the temple.

"Brother Old Bai Gan, what... what exactly is going on?"

"Holy crap, bro, you're the head of the Talisman Suppressing Hu Family?"