The great ghost on the other end of the Message Bone could only watch as their terrifying Ghost Realm sovereign sat on the Bone Throne, muttering to himself. Two violet soul flames flickered in his hollow eye sockets, and there was no telling what he was thinking.
The great ghost was just about to secretly prick up his nonexistent ears to hear what his king was saying when the Skeleton Emperor suddenly stood up. With a sweep of his purple robe, he began pacing back and forth before the throne.
His bony feet clacked across the palace floor. After three steps, he stopped and sighed. "Surely not..."
Then he took another five steps and stopped again. "It shouldn't be."
The Skeleton Emperor walked to the left of the throne, his quiet muttering drifting through the empty hall.
"If they really came for that matter..."
He turned around.
"No, that doesn't fit either."
He walked to the right again.
"A group of young people... could they be the Twelve Young Masters of the Yun Clan?"
Watching this bizarre display, the great ghost quietly shrank back his head,
utterly lost in a fog.
What on earth is going on? Our king doesn't even take an invasion by the Twelve Dutian Demons seriously. Now it's only the Yun Clan's Eldest Young Master arriving at the White Bone Graveyard. Can't we just politely send him on his way and let him wreak havoc on some other sovereign?
But the Skeleton Emperor had other worries.
"Wait."
As though he had remembered something, he stopped in his tracks and abruptly raised a hand.
The great ghost watched his king reach a long, slender skeletal hand into his purple robe and pull out an ancient mirror wrapped tightly in black cloth, with countless bone chains inscribed with