After the inspector left, a Netherworld Official drew close to him and asked in a low voice.
"My lord, who are those ghosts? Why were you so courteous to them?"
The inspector glanced back toward the Bridge of Forgetfulness.
"Anyone who can travel through the Underworld, even approaching the Bridge of Forgetfulness, must possess considerable ability, whoever they are. They appear to have come with their souls separated from their bodies. They must have obtained a City God's permission at some Underworld Office. I suspect they belong to some lineage of sorcerers."
As he spoke, the inspector sighed.
"It is no easy thing for a sorcerer to attain such cultivation. They count among the righteous paths of the mortal world, but however many good deeds they perform, subduing ghosts and exorcising evil inevitably accumulates much ill karma. Few meet a good end. Let us make things easier for him."
"So that is why!"
Once the ghostly deity had left, Yi Shuyuan glanced at Qi Zhongbin, who also smiled. Ahead of them, however, Mai Lingfei and the woman who had waited nearly twenty years could only gaze at each other in silence.
The woman was fair and delicate, but not exceptionally beautiful. At least, after everything Yi Shuyuan had experienced, he had seen far too many cultivators of every kind, whether in the mortal world or the Heavenly Realm, monsters or demons. Her appearance could hardly be called outstanding, let alone compared with Yi Shuyuan's own two female transformations.
Yet she possessed a distinctive air that made her stand out even in this ghost-haunted place beside the Bridge of Forgetfulness.
The woman and Mai Lingfei gazed at each other without speaking. She stared blankly at A Fei, who had already grown old, and only after a long while did she finally