Early the next morning.
Wang Chuan had only just gotten up when he saw Chen Miao already waiting for them, fully dressed.
Startled, Wang Chuan immediately jogged over.
"Sir, I got up too late. Please forgive me."
Chen Miao looked at Wang Chuan in surprise.
Admitting fault right away was a much better attitude than immediately offering excuses.
"It's fine. I was simply up early."
Before long, Jiang Yi came out too, likewise jogging over to apologize.
Chen Miao found this very satisfying.
"I just bought these flatbreads. Eat them on the way."
Somewhat overwhelmed by the favor, Wang Chuan and Jiang Yi accepted the flatbreads, which were still warm.
But before they could thank him, Chen Miao was already heading out the door.
Wang Chuan immediately stuffed his flatbreads into his robe and rushed out before Jiang Yi could react.
"Wait a moment, sir. I'll fetch the horses!"
Unfortunately, Wang Chuan's attempt at flattery had clearly missed the mark.
"You're going to ride a horse up the mountain?"
Jiang Yi followed Chen Miao outside, feeling pleased as he watched Wang Chuan stand there awkwardly.
Ten minutes later.
"Sir, the yin energy on this mountain really isn't very strong. Could those two Demon-Suppressing Guards have been killed somewhere else?"
Wang Chuan began offering his analysis.
Chen Miao did not answer his question. Instead, he asked, "Wang Chuan, is your Ghost Body Manifestation the Forked-Foot Specter?"
Wang Chuan paused, then immediately nodded.
"You have a keen eye, sir. It is indeed the Forked-Foot Specter, but with my current strength, I can only manifest three pairs of ghost legs."
"Once I reach late-stage Underworld Communion, I'll be able to manifest five pairs, ten ghost legs in total. I'll be even faster then. Combined with my mourning cries and hidden weapons, taking