The Ghost King remembered that battle in the Wildlands. It had truly been a clash of peerless talents! He had already wanted to recruit them then. The moment he saw their attacks, he knew these people had no place in the Righteous Path!
"You didn't see that battle in the Wildlands with your own eyes! The Holy Sect's four great factions joined forces to hunt them down, yet they were so thoroughly beaten that they lost their nerve. Three of our four sect leaders were wounded, too."
"The youngest disciple forced us to hold still with just three swords! Those people were truly peerless talents! Even that person from the Azure Cloud Sect a hundred years ago couldn't compare!" The Ghost King spoke slowly, his face full of longing.
"Did you hear what Luo Yunji said at the end?" Aunt You asked, looking at the Ghost King.
The Ghost King nodded. "That's why I'm determined to win them over! I'm certain they'll join the Ghost King Sect in the future!"
The Ghost King laughed with unwavering confidence.
Zhang Xiaofan and Luo Yunji flew for half a day, and the sky gradually darkened. After flying a little longer, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to have lost his way.
The two landed. Zhang Xiaofan turned in a circle, but couldn't tell which direction they should go.
"Senior Brother! You're lost! I know the way! Follow me!" Luo Yunji strode ahead with a confident look.
"Little Junior Brother! That's the way we just came from!" Zhang Xiaofan said with a smile, gently pulling him back.
"Then this way!" Luo Yunji picked another direction and started to walk.
"When we landed just now, I saw a cliff slope over there! There's no path that way!" Zhang Xiaofan continued, helplessly holding him back.
"Then what do we