The city lord's wine cup fell and shattered to pieces.
The ghost gods roared with laughter. "City lord, you're far too timid!"
"This world may be vast, and our Underworld may be special."
"But it's perfectly normal for those Human Race cultivators, as numerous as locusts, to turn up in this barren land!"
"Besides, there are plenty of similar leaves in this world, and living creatures that look alike are as countless as the hairs on an ox."
"Running into a few now and then is nothing to make a fuss about."
The city lord shook his head hard. "No, you're wrong!"
"Hm?" The ghost gods were stunned.
The city lord swallowed hard. "The world is vast, and the Underworld is strange indeed."
"But... meeting cultivators from City No. 95 in such a remote place is far too much of a coincidence."
"Could there really be such a coincidence under heaven?"
At these words, the ghost gods fell into thought.
The city lord paced back and forth. "Draw those humans' faces for me. Let me see what they look like."
A ghost god was just about to draw them when the city lord said, "Forget it. Don't draw them."
"Just let them go."
The ghost gods were reluctant. "These Human Race cultivators are strong and sturdy. They work over a dozen times faster than ghosts and monsters. They're superior beasts of burden, top-grade beasts of burden."
"They're all Foundation Establishment Cultivators. They can't be beaten to death or starved to death. If their efficiency drops, a few lashes will bring it right back up."
"Giving up such top-grade specimens just like that would be a terrible waste."
The city lord stamped his feet in anxiety. "Brothers, if these cultivators come from City No. 95, if they know the Flower-Scatter Daoist,