When Xia Feilong said that Wang Laowu was a "living dead," both my master and I froze.
To my eyes, Wang Laowu seemed completely normal. His breathing, body, gaze, yang energy—I hadn't noticed the slightest abnormality.
Forget me—even my master clearly hadn't seen anything wrong.
My master's cultivation was already at the mid-stage Heavenly Surge Realm. Even he had misjudged?
My master frowned even more. "Feilong, how could you tell he was a living dead?"
Xia Feilong shook his head. "I couldn't. The old immortal attached to me saw it."
"An old immortal?"
Both my master and I were stunned.
We had been with Xia Feilong for an entire day. Not only had I failed to notice it, but even my master hadn't detected an old immortal on him.
Then, in the next instant, Xia Feilong's body trembled slightly. His pupils and expression stiffened noticeably, and a faint ghostly aura began to seep from his body.
Was this... possession by a ghost?
Then Xia Feilong revealed a very amiable expression.
He clasped his hands toward my master and me, speaking in the unfamiliar voice of an old man. "I am Wang Ye, the hall-seated ghost of Flying Dragon Hall."
At those words, both my master and I were shocked.
Back when we were at Flying Dragon Hall in the Northeast, we had learned that the hall-seated immortal who held the highest seat in Flying Dragon Hall was named Wang Ye.
Xia Feilong had also said that the old immortal of his family's hall had once been the gate attendant of Patriarch Guo in the Northeast, and had existed for several centuries by now.
Patriarch Guo of the Northeast was someone worshiped alongside Black Mother.
When the onmyoji of Japan's Nine Chrysanthemum Sect had attacked, this old immortal had not been