Inside a Branch Hall of the Hall of Souls somewhere in the Western Region of the Central Plains, Mo Shang watched Star-Picking Old Ghost appear with the gravely wounded White Heavenly Venerate in his arms. Beneath his mask, his expression was exceedingly complicated.
"Where is the local Hall Master?"
Star-Picking Old Ghost appeared in the lobby, and the fluctuations of his formidable aura instantly drew the attention of the Hall of Souls experts stationed there. Numerous experts appeared in the Main Hall, surrounding him and White Heavenly Venerate.
Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from Star-Picking Old Ghost, the Hall of Souls experts' expressions shifted slightly. They all looked toward Mo Shang, who sat above them.
"Stand down!"
Feeling the gazes of the surrounding experts, Mo Shang raised a hand to stop them. His eyes then settled on Star-Picking Old Ghost, and he feigned confusion as he asked, "May I ask who you are...?"
"Hmph!"
Star-Picking Old Ghost snorted coldly without saying anything more. A white Jade Tablet instantly flew from his hand, and Mo Shang caught it.
"My respects, my lord!"
Mo Shang glanced at the Jade Tablet in his hand, and his expression suddenly changed dramatically. Looking utterly shocked, he hurried down from his seat and bowed respectfully to Star-Picking Old Ghost. "My lord, our local Hall Master perished because of the incident in Sacred Pill City. I have now been appointed to serve as acting Hall Master."
Then Mo Shang glanced at White Heavenly Venerate in Star-Picking Old Ghost's arms and said respectfully, "This lord seems to be gravely wounded. We have a rather good place for healing within the hall. Shall we take him there first?"
"Mm!"
Hearing Mo Shang's words, Star-Picking Old Ghost looked him up and down. The man before him was only a Peak