Three Netherworld Ghosts

An hour later,

Flat Creek Waterfall.

A silver ribbon plunged from the summit of the cliff, like water pouring down from the heavens. Its roar was like thunder, deafening to the ears.

Hao Kong arrived as promised.

Perhaps believing this place was close enough to the Nine Palaces Sect that no one could threaten him, Hao Kong had come alone.

Seeing that Hao Kong had not played any tricks in secret, Song Wen also revealed himself as promised.

Song Wen cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Senior Hao Kong."

Hao Kong swept Song Wen with his spiritual sense and discovered that Song Wen's cultivation was truly only at the Golden Core Middle Stage.

At first, he had worried that some Nascent Soul Cultivator had disguised himself as a Golden Core cultivator and deliberately lured him out.

Yet this only convinced him further that a Nascent Soul Cultivator stood behind Song Wen.

After all, everyone knew that only Nascent Soul Cultivators could wield top-grade magic treasures.

"Your courage is not small. You actually dared meet me alone. Aren't you afraid I might harm you?"

Song Wen said, "Since this junior dared come alone, I naturally have something to rely on. The senior who entrusted me with this matter promised that if Senior harms me, he will surely make the Nine Palaces Sect know no peace for the rest of his life."

Hao Kong looked coldly at Song Wen. "You actually dare threaten me?"

"This junior would not dare." Song Wen's expression remained calm.

"Take out the natal magic treasure you want refined. I need to see whether it can truly be forged into a top-grade magic treasure," Hao Kong said.

With a thought from Song Wen, the short lance suddenly appeared and floated toward Hao Kong.

Hao Kong caught the flying