"How should I address you, brother?"
Wang Quan snapped his fingers, and the little giant under his control stood behind him.
The crow-headed creature cackled. "I am Daoist Two Ravens of the Death-Heralding Lineage."
"Which lineage are you from?"
The many Bloodline Ghost Gods queuing ahead all turned to look at him.
Wang Quan blinked. "I'm from the countryside. I don't know which lineage I belong to!"
One Bloodline Ghost God curled his lip. "A country bumpkin, just as I thought!"
"No wonder he doesn't know what this place is!"
Wang Quan smiled, staring straight at those few Bloodline Ghost Gods.
Those Bloodline Ghost Gods wanted to say more, but when they saw Wang Quan's icy gaze, their hearts quailed, and they immediately shut their mouths.
Daoist Two Ravens laughed. "Everyone queuing here is from the countryside."
"None of us should claim to be nobler than anyone else!"
Wang Quan blinked. "How so?"
Daoist Two Ravens cackled. "We all used to stand high above others in other towns and small county seats, throwing our weight around and playing the lord."
"Then a strange wind rose out of nowhere and swept us here."
"This is Emperor's Tomb City, one of the Underworld's five imperial cities."
"Emperor's Tomb City is the imperial capital of the supreme ghost god lord of the west."
"Those of us who could throw our weight around in the countryside don't even count as minor households here in Emperor's Tomb City. At best, we're just common rabble."
"From now on, let's stop talking about who's noble and who isn't!"
The many Bloodline Ghost God creatures ahead fell silent.
Bewildered, Wang Quan blinked. "You at least know about Emperor's Tomb City. This is my first time even hearing of it!"
Daoist Two Ravens gave a strange cackle. "Back in