Behind Yun Qing, Yun Tianluo silently closed his folding fan, while Yun Jinglei discreetly shut his gaping mouth and sent everyone a whispered voice transmission.
"What medicine is Eldest Brother hiding in his gourd? I can't make heads or tails of this."
Yun Qing helped the old man steady himself.
"Sir, we've only just arrived in your land and know neither the ghosts nor the place. We've long heard of the Great Lord's renown and were hoping to venture deeper to pay our respects to the master of this land."
"But which way should we go?"
At those words, the old man's soul flames-no, his eyes-immediately lit up.
"Oh? You've come to pay your respects to the Seventh Great Lord, whose fearsome might eclipses the world, who holds the myriad white-bone domains beneath his heel and commands hundreds of millions of ghosts?"
He coughed twice, his tone inexplicably growing a little livelier.
Yun Qing: "..."
Everyone: "..."
No matter how they listened to it, that introduction sounded like something written by his own people.
Yun Qing suddenly felt rather unwilling to play along with this blatantly idiotic performance.
The old man seemed entirely oblivious to anything amiss. Having finished praising himself, he continued with perfect composure, "Well, that's unfortunate."
He waved a hand. "The Great Lord has gone into seclusion recently. Seclusion. He. Will. See. No. One."
He stressed those last words heavily, as though deliberately emphasizing something.
"Never mind youngsters like you-even the ghost generals and ghost kings in the White Bone Royal Court can't see him."
"If you want to pay your respects to the Great Lord, I'm afraid you'll have made the trip for nothing."
Yun Qing gave an "Oh," looking deeply regretful.
"I see."
The Skeleton Emperor studied his expression. Seeing that the other party had