Goddess Yunxi's First Rain: An immortal raft beyond the sunset clouds, tears soaking red sleeves and blue robes

Just as the kui-ox drums were beating with the fury of a raging fire, someone suddenly blurted out a cry:

"There's ghostly energy!"

That thunderous shout actually drowned out the booming kui drums.

At General Pan Hou's roar, the music resounding through Spirit Bud Palace stopped at once. A few immortals and rogue persons who had remained serenely at ease amid the powerful drumming now shared the other guests' brief alarm. The same thought passed through all their minds:

What ghost or monster could be so bold? The South Sea Dragon Clan and the Zhuyou ghost realm are mortal enemies. For a creature of the netherworld to dare enter the inner chambers of the Dragon Palace-what savage audacity!

Seeing that the speaker was General Pan Hou, ordinarily the steadiest of the dragon generals, these immortal guests had no doubt of his judgment.

To Pan Hou, the thought that their mortal enemies, the ghost clan, had dared defy the dragons' might and infiltrate their lair was naturally a tremendous shock. That was precisely why the warning had burst from his lips.

Meanwhile, the young man, who had been pondering whether mortal rites and music had originated among the immortals, started at Pan Hou's shout. Without pausing to think, he immediately circulated his Great Splendor power, concealing every trace of ghostly energy from the Siyou Netherworld Ring on his finger in an instant.

This left the extraordinarily perceptive General Pan Hou nearby rather bewildered.

Silence fell over Spirit Bud Palace. The strongmen who had been performing a dance of combat and broken battle formations all swept behind the general with a rustle. Light flickered in their hands as they waited for the divine general's command to subdue ghosts and vanquish demons. The seated immortals secretly prepared protective spells, lest they become fish