Han Shiyong could now be considered second to one man and above ten thousand. It had been a long time since the prospect of meeting anyone had stirred his excitement.
Yet now, he could not help feeling a little excited, for the ghostly deity before him was a being truly beyond the mortal world.
Able to walk in sunlight, he was probably no ordinary Netherworld Official. Perhaps he was a Wandering Spirit of the Underworld Office!
The ghost beneath the umbrella, meanwhile, suddenly grew tense and frightened. The mere sight of this ghostly deity awakened an instinctive terror in him, and he even wanted to flee. But the streets outside were filled with sunfire. If he left the shelter of Han Shiyong's black umbrella, the sun's power might roast him to death.
"True Person, Sect Master, you promised me, you promised me..."
The ghost babbled on. Han Shiyong was still caught up in his excitement, and now found the ghost beside him utterly irritating. He shot him a fierce glare and snarled under his breath.
"Shut up!"
Though he was already dead, the ghost immediately fell silent at Han Shiyong's rebuke.
Han Shiyong looked ahead again. A strange current of air seemed to accompany the ghostly deity, leaving his surroundings hazy. His eyes were slightly narrowed, as though he were scrutinizing them. His mere presence exerted a peculiar pressure.
Mortals naturally trembled before ghostly deities!
Holding the black umbrella, Han Shiyong bowed slightly to the ghostly deity a few steps away. He did his best to contain his emotions and answer with a calm expression and voice.
"I am the sect master of the White Feather Way, known as Celestial Feather True Person. His Majesty has conferred upon me the title of Heaven-Deriving Protector of the Nation, that I might