Perhaps because they had seen them with Feng He before, the fierce ghosts on the streets no longer gave them trouble.
Instead, they courteously made way.
The infants' and Nether Dragon's replies had come from the same place.
Jiang Changkong was somewhat uneasy and sent a voice transmission to the Asura Empress. "Do you know anything about Feng He?"
"A Ghost King who bullies weak ghosts and fawns over those above him."
The Asura Empress replied by voice transmission, "As for his relationship with Little Croak, I know nothing."
"I have a bad feeling about this. There may be a problem."
Jiang Changkong's voice carried a trace of gravity.
Although the Ghost Mother and Nether Dragon Lineages had a good relationship, after ascending here, they should have remained within their own clans.
Could the two of them have simply happened to come out to meet?
Or were the two clans conveniently located together?
The coincidences felt too neat. He did not know much about Feng He, this Ghost King. Better safe than sorry.
The Asura Empress pondered for a moment before saying, "With Immortal Emperor Sun Wuxuan here, there should not be any problem."
Jiang Changkong thought it over but said nothing.
Although Sun Wuxuan was powerful, an Immortal Emperor at the limit here could still hold him off for one or two moves.
If another late-stage Immortal Emperor came to attack them, things would become troublesome.
The two crossed the streets and arrived in an empty area, where the number of ghosts had visibly dwindled.
A pitch-black lake lay before them, with a Nether Dragon lurking beneath its waters.
A young woman stood with her back to them. Vast ghostly energy surged within her, and her strength ran deep.
Jiang Changkong halted, his gaze turning grave. "A Ghost Emperor?"