"Phew... he's gone."
Watching Zhang Yuan depart through space, the purple-haired evil ghost became even more certain that he was an important figure from some Demon King Palace, and breathed a little easier.
His life had been spared.
It seemed this important figure was the sort who more or less followed the rules.
"Do you know that man?" Bai Chong could not help asking.
Bai Fu also looked toward the purple-haired evil ghost.
The purple-haired evil ghost shook his ferocious-looking head and said, "No."
Bai Chong frowned. "If you don't know him, why call him 'my lord'?"
The purple-haired evil ghost glanced at Bai Chong, momentarily questioning the intelligence of this human, and said:
"Just look at that lord's abilities. If he isn't an important figure from a Demon King Palace, what else could he be? Surely you don't think he's one of your humans? Now that would be a hilarious joke."
That was true.
Understanding dawned on Bai Chong.
Indeed, using mortals as bait and meat shields was probably something only the vicious monsters and ghost deities of the Demon King Palaces would do. Could a human really be that evil?
Elsewhere.
Zhang Yuan traveled stealthily, relying on "As Though the Emperor Walked in Person" to weave through White Tree City and conceal his movements. At last, he returned to the inn where he was staying and slipped into his room through the window.
Bang!
The window slammed shut with a bang. Next door, the girl who had just fallen asleep abruptly opened her eyes, her bloodshot gaze fixed on the wall separating their rooms.
Zhang Yuan knew nothing of this. Once he returned to his room, the great stone hanging over his heart finally settled. He took out the golden-blood myriad-spirit grass he had obtained from the