Yu Ci was truly dumbfounded. This ghost... could speak?
In the cultivation world, it was nothing unusual for ghosts with some attainment to speak. But one had to know that the ghosts in Sword Garden were all formed from the resentful obsessions of sword cultivators buried here before the Five Tribulations. They were born steeped in vicious resentment, their consciousness muddled, able only to act on instinct. Even the stronger ghosts among those that had battled Di Tianluo and the other two just now had only barely awakened their intelligence and knew a little of when to advance, retreat, or avoid danger.
Yet the one before him had ghostly eyes gleaming brightly, carrying that most subtle light of intelligence without the slightest trace of turbid haze. Those red eyes even somewhat resembled Senior Brother Hong Qianqiu from the sect, and its words were fairly clear. Apart from the faint stiffness caused by not speaking for many years, it was almost no different from a living person.
This was an old ghost... with cultivation!
Yu Ci's expression grew grave. And this name, Sunken Sword Cave, could not have been coined by this old ghost alone for amusement. How many such "old ghosts" with cultivation and intelligence were there? Had he truly stumbled into a ghost den?
These doubts flashed through his mind, but Yu Ci quickly stopped letting them distract him. He stared fixedly at the old ghost ahead while extending his spiritual awareness to sense the surroundings. Sure enough, quite a few sword ghosts had already gathered nearby. There were probably not as many as those around the two people opposite him earlier, but who knew whether more would come afterward?
Even so, he gave nothing away. He took out the Upper Azure Star-Glow Induction Divine Thunder Talisman made by