Yellow Springs Ruins, the Fengdu Ghost King's residence.
"Ninth Madam." Ghost King Qin Ming looked helplessly at Ninth Madam, who reclined before him. "However much you care about Sword Champion Taiping, surely you don't need to come here every day?"
Ninth Madam crossed her legs and rolled her eyes at Qin Ming.
"Am I not allowed to come?"
Qin Ming started to speak, then stopped. In the end, he sighed.
"You are."
A triumphant smile lifted the corners of Ninth Madam's mouth. Then she said thoughtfully:
"Qin Ming, I hear your Fengdu Prefecture's Mengpo Brew is quite good. When you have time, get us a jar to try?"
The corners of Qin Ming's mouth twitched a few times, and he gave a bitter smile.
"Ninth Madam, there's only so much Mengpo Brew in total. Never mind a jar-I couldn't even produce a flask."
Ninth Madam immediately frowned.
"Then shall I send a voice transmission and ask your Great Emperor?"
Qin Ming drew a deep breath, then nodded.
"I'll arrange it."
The Fengdu Great Emperor had repeatedly instructed him to take good care of Ninth Madam. How could he dare let her send that message?
Ninth Madam immediately sat up, her face bright with delight.
"Good, good. Though your Yellow Springs Ruins is damp, gloomy, and dull, if I can drink Mengpo Brew, this trip won't have been in vain."
Qin Ming had no reply.
"Bzz, bzz, bzz..."
Just then, the Voice Transmission Jade Slip Qin Ming kept in his sleeve suddenly began to vibrate gently.
As Qin Ming reached to retrieve it, the Spirit Mirror Ninth Madam had placed on the table also began vibrating incessantly with a buzzing sound.
Ninth Madam immediately frowned.
"What a coincidence today. We've both received messages at once."
Although Qin Ming had taken out