Yinhai Ghost Prison was thick with Ghost Qi. A colossal Bloodfall descended from the heavens, washing over the blood pool below day and night.
Before the Bloodfall, the Ghost King sat deep in thought upon a throne forged from white bones. His aura was overwhelmingly powerful, with Imperial Dao Law faintly visible around him.
Before the throne, Ning Chen approached and politely performed the salute of a junior.
Upon the bone throne, the Ghost King opened his eyes. He looked at the Thirteenth Prince of the royal clan before him without speaking, sizing the young man up and down as though trying to see through him completely.
Ning Chen stood quietly among the Ghost Clan elders, his expression calm as still water, without the slightest ripple.
The king and Ning Chen faced one another. After a long while, the Ghost King spoke in a hoarse voice, "His Highness the Crown Prince has personally come to Yinhai Ghost Prison. Forgive me for failing to welcome you from afar."
A smile appeared on Ning Chen's face. "Ghost King Senior is too courteous. This junior should have come to pay his respects long ago, but private matters delayed me."
"I have already heard Yin Ji speak of what happened in the imperial city. Your Highness's wisdom was peerless under heaven in those days," the Ghost King praised.
"Even the finest scheme requires absolute martial strength to carry it out. Had the Ghost Clan not offered its full support, this junior's plan could not have succeeded. In the end, the Ghost Clan deserves the greatest credit." Ning Chen's smile became even more amiable.
As the two spoke, the Ghost Clan elders on both sides exchanged glances and nodded in unison. This Thirteenth Prince was far more approachable than they had imagined, lacking the arrogant