By the time the Sound-Mixing Bell at Su Jiu's waist lit up, they were already nearing Red Maple City.
Su Jiu and the others flew ahead, while the local residents of Red Maple City followed close behind, as though escorting prisoners.
Such behavior displeased not only Su Jiu and her companions; even the good-tempered Qi Song pressed his lips together.
The hot-tempered ghost cultivator launched straight into a tirade. "Are you people sick in the head? We already said we wouldn't enter Red Maple Forest, and you're still following us!"
One of the people who had intercepted them sneered. "Our homes are in this city. Are you the only ones allowed to come here? We aren't? People from the Ghost Market really are overbearing."
Su Jiu raised an eyebrow. These people were certainly no ordinary interceptors. There were countless ghost cultivators in the world, and enormous though the Ghost Market was, it accommodated only one or two percent of them. Even she had not recognized the two as members of the Ghost Market at first glance, yet these people had. To claim there was no one backing them would be an absolute joke.
The ghost cultivator who had remained silent gave the sneering man a long look. That fool under his command had failed to notice, but he had caught it. Still, he made the same decision as Su Jiu: he gave nothing away.
They suspected these people knew more than just the identities of the two ghost cultivators. They might even know exactly who Thirteen, Su Jiu, and the others were.
Su Jiu tapped the Sound-Mixing Bell, and its light went out.
At the same time, a familiar voice came from the other end. "Junior Sister, have you been well lately?"
Su Jiu smiled. What a familiar, politely