After a long while, seeing that Zhang Xiaofan still had not made a decision, Ghost King sighed inwardly, knowing he had been somewhat rash this time.
"Now that our Holy Sect has risen again, our power has greatly increased, and recently we have gathered on Liubo Mountain in the East Sea. Quite a few people from your Azure Cloud Sect have gone there, joining up with the other sects. I imagine there will be a great battle."
Zhang Xiaofan froze after hearing this. "Are you telling the truth?"
Ghost King nodded.
Zhang Xiaofan stood, cupped his fists to Ghost King, and bowed. "Thank you for telling me this news."
Ghost King smiled as he looked at him, lifted the teacup on the table, and took a sip.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan walked to the side, took a water flask from the Bamboo Bag, cleaned the grease from Little Fatty's hands and mouth, then nodded to Ghost King and led him out of the tea stall.
Inside the tea stall, the previously decrepit old tea-stall owner was no longer the same. His eyes gleamed with sharp light, and he walked to Ghost King's side with a fierce, imposing air. "Sect Master! Since you recognized that magic treasure as something of our Holy Sect, why didn't you keep it?"
Ghost King said calmly, "The Bloodthirsty Bead and Soul Eater somehow were actually fused by him with his essence blood and became a blood-refined object. Now, other than Zhang Xiaofan, no one can use this magic treasure. Even if we seized it, it would be useless. And besides..." Thinking of that battle in the Wildlands, Ghost King felt that these people might not necessarily be able to keep Zhang Xiaofan and Luo Yunji here.
Bi Yao appeared from who knew where, snorted, and