In the depths of winter, heavy snow blanketed Qingxiao Mountain.
Inside a Cave Mansion.
Li Qingqiu slowly opened his eyes, the Soul Refining Banner in hand. He had finally finished searching through every last one of the Silent Nether Ghost King's memories. The Ghost King had threatened the Qingxiao Sect, and Ghost King Ridge stood behind him, so Li Qingqiu had to learn everything he could.
Ghost King Ridge probably wouldn't threaten the Qingxiao Sect. The Ghost King had never mentioned any intention of leaving the mountain.
But there was still a hidden danger. Before leaving Ghost King Ridge, the Silent Nether Ghost King had once discussed how to escape with more than a dozen evil ghosts.
More than half of them were stronger than the Silent Nether Ghost King, and they were no less determined to escape Ghost King Ridge.
If the Silent Nether Ghost King had managed to get out, those evil ghosts might be able to as well. And before leaving, the Ghost King had said that if he escaped, he would head south.
Li Qingqiu felt he had to be on guard against those evil ghosts.
Fortunately, the study of ghostly Daoist Magic was already underway. He had selected three basic spells to promote, so that at the very least, his disciples could see through yin and yang and exterminate evil spirits.
Li Qingqiu looked toward the Silent Nether Ghost King. He had let the Qingxiao Sect disciples inside the Soul Refining Banner devour him.
Though the Silent Nether Ghost King had a tragic past, his sins could never be washed away. His history would also keep Li Qingqiu vigilant, forever reminding him never to underestimate the depths of human cruelty.
After a long while,
Li Qingqiu put the Soul Refining Banner into his storage pouch.