Qin Luo's guess had been entirely correct. Those Ghost Race members had been verifying Ling Mei's information.
Ling Mei's arrival had been far too sudden.
They knew the current state of the Ghost World like the backs of their hands.
Their seclusion did not mean they had no control over the outside world.
They had hidden here primarily to avoid their respective enemies.
Even if they could not track their enemies' whereabouts, they at least needed a basic understanding of the outside world.
They knew that the Ghost World was about to go to war with the Immortal Realm.
They also knew that the Ghost Race higher-ups were frantically press-ganging people into service.
Even King-Rank Level cultivators could not escape it, much less mid- and high-level fighters at the Emperor Rank.
Emperor Rank cultivators were the true backbone.
So, they needed to find out exactly why Ling Mei had come here.
Was she trying to press-gang them?
"I never expected Ling Mei to actually be wanted by the Ghost Race."
Within a concealed fold of space, a Ghost Emperor Rank cultivator sneered.
"I looked into it. Ling Mei and her group had bitten off more than they could chew. They discovered a passage to the Immortal Realm and wanted to monopolize its benefits." Another Ghost Emperor Rank cultivator wore a look of disdain.
"What made Ling Mei think she could pull that off? Doesn't she only have a Netherferry Ship? Only by relying on that damaged Netherferry Ship and expending Mandate Force can she briefly wield the combat strength of an Imperial Lord Rank cultivator."
"Could she swallow the Immortal Realm all by herself?"
"If she alone could do it, then what was this current war between the Ghost World and the Immortal Realm supposed to be?"
A female Ghost