Only the female official wore a faint, dreamy smile. She seemed to find nothing strange about it and immediately bowed to the ground. "Greetings, my lord..."
The old man smiled. "No need for ceremony, Cai Zhu. You must be Mage Tang Changsheng? Please, sit. I've always held Daoists in the highest regard..."
Tang Changsheng bowed slightly. "I wouldn't dare refuse a gift from an elder!"
He took a seat at his leisure. A man nearby, dressed in a civil official's robes, politely raised his cup and smiled at him...
That smile revealed a pallid face without a trace of color, as lifeless as a corpse.
In fact, he was a corpse!
Tang Changsheng knew it well. Not only was that man dead, but everyone seated here, apart from Tang Changsheng and the female official, was dead.
The old man in the seat of honor was not the current Marquis Wu. If Tang Changsheng was right, he was Old Marquis Wu, who had died long ago.
And those seated on either side were, without question, the ministers of Wu Hou State who had died in years past.
Tang Changsheng suddenly understood. I've heard that when the emperors of successive dynasties die, they don't fall under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court or the underworld. They have their own Dragon Court Blessed Land.
Though Marquis Wu had only held the rank of marquis, he had ruled his own state and governed its people as an independent power. Of course. He must have a place like the Dragon Court Blessed Land too.
So what Uncle Lu Yuanzhen wants me to do must have something to do with destroying the foundations of Marquis Wu's Netherworld domain!
At that thought, everything became clear!
No wonder Lu Yuanzhen had gone to such lengths and taken such