It had to be said that the two great ghosts looked magnificent. Their armor gleamed, their eyes glared, and their fangs jutted out. Even standing inside a ruined house, they radiated the imposing might of guardian spirits.
The old man understood human nature. In the mortal world, appearances were what mattered.
Black Snake was a little short, and the figures moving in front blocked the view, so Black Snake simply climbed onto the wall.
The longer Black Snake watched, the more baffling it became.
After examining the old man over and over, Black Snake could only see an ordinary mortal, one without even the aptitude for cultivation. His entire body showed signs of declining blood and vitality. Yet this perfectly ordinary man was keeping two great ghosts.
The leader stepped forward and said coldly.
"Master Nan, a dragon isn't something you can keep. Hand it over."
Black Snake froze atop the wall. What was going on? Had he really caught a dragon?
Black Snake studied the old man carefully again. Apart from the psychic power covering him, there was also a trace of ghost qi, but no other aura. This was rather hard to make sense of.
The old man slowly lifted his eyelids, sweeping his cloudy eyes over those around him. A faint, elusive smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.
"The dragon realized that it had committed too many sins and slaughtered too many lives. Now it has awakened to remorse and willingly follows this old man to cleanse itself of its savage malice. This is its good fortune, and a blessing for all living beings."
He spoke very slowly, enunciating every word.
Black Snake instinctively disliked him. His affected manner and air of compassion for all creation felt deeply awkward.
The leader waved impatiently.
"We aren't