[Ghost Says: Scripture of Spirit Roaming and the Transformations of Mountains and Rivers]

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sacred light hanging down from the heavens shattered.

[Divine Emperor Heart], who was leaving, froze for a moment, then sped away.

Wang Quan looked at these Human Race ghost gods. "Are you from No. 95 Courtyard in the inner ward of the Drowning Dao Lower Court?"

"Yes!"

"Why... did you only recognize me now?"

These Human Race ghost gods gave sheepish smiles. "Actually, we recognized you right at the start, but we saw how weak you were and didn't take you seriously."

"Later, you grew rather strong and suppressed us. We felt you were too powerful then, so we didn't dare acknowledge you or confirm it."

"Now..."

At their words, Wang Quan burst out laughing. "In that case, I'll let you go."

These Human Race ghost gods beamed with delight and kowtowed in thanks. "You are merciful, my lord!"

Wang Quan smiled. "Come, tell me how the Drowning Dao Lower Court is doing these days."

These Human Race ghost gods all spoke at once, scrambling to tell him:

[The Lower Court is thriving now. People are growing Sun Flower Spirits everywhere.]

[Our fellow townsfolk are all well-off now. They can eat meat whenever they want and drink blood whenever they want. They no longer have to pinch every penny like before.]

[There are more New-Method Cultivators, and every trade is doing better. More and more Spirit Monsters are being born, too.]

[Lord Qian has to recruit large numbers of living beings to work every day now.]

On and on they babbled!

They talked at length, and Wang Quan nodded frequently as he listened.

What they said was much the same as what Qian Xiuyue had told him in her letters.

They spoke for a long time. When they finally finished, their mouths and tongues were parched,