He Dazhi listened to the Ghost King's words and shook his head. "I can't, but... my little junior brother can!"
The Ghost King thought of Luo Yunji's status as a prince and nodded.
"And..." He Dazhi began, then smiled at the Ghost King with everything well in hand. "My little junior brother isn't just special because of his birth. Ghost King, haven't you heard what the people of Sanfu Town call my little junior brother?"
"Imperial Preceptor?" The Ghost King looked at He Dazhi in astonishment, then at Zhang Xiaofan, who had been standing to the side the whole time, listening without speaking. Seeing that neither of them looked as though they were lying, he was even more amazed. Before, he had thought it was merely a form of address, just as quite a few people privately called Luo Yunji the Little Tyrant.
The Imperial City was a spirit-forbidden place that no sect wanted to approach, nor were they permitted to approach it. After the incident the Demon Sect had caused more than ten years ago, both righteous and demonic sects found it even harder to establish themselves in a spirit-forbidden place. After all these years, they had long since given up on the idea. As a result, their information about the Imperial City was not very well-informed either.
"Unworthy as we are! Several of us martial brothers have received the current emperor's favor and all hold some minor post in the court!" He Dazhi continued with a smile.
"Father! You were looking for me?" Just then, Bi Yao's voice came in, and soon after, she appeared before the three of them in green clothes.
"I was just about to go to Two Mountains!" Bi Yao looked at her own father with an unwilling expression and complained.
But when she