Wang Quan asked curiously, "What did the city lord say?"
The ghost god made no attempt to hide it, directly recounting how the city lord had said he deliberately traversed nine hundred million li, crossing whirlpools, rifts, folded spaces, and more, all to follow Wang Quan.
The corner of Wang Quan's mouth twitched.
"I remember last year, when I was still in City No. 95, the city lord held a flag high while you carried the residence and ran like mad."
"At the time, I thought you were fleeing. I never imagined you had foreseen the future and come here ahead of time to wait for me."
"Impressive!"
The ghost god laughed heartily. "We're not the impressive ones. The city lord is."
Wang Quan nodded. "Pass him a message later. Tell him I came to the Far Northern Land only because I have some personal business to handle."
"I'll be returning to City No. 95 in a few days!"
"Shall I wait for you in City No. 95?"
The ghost god thought seriously for a moment. "I feel the Underworld in the Far Northern Land is very peaceful. We're planning to build our enterprise here, so we're not going back."
"Why don't you just wait for the city lord?"
Wang Quan blinked.
The ghost god blinked.
One ghost god and one human threw back their heads and laughed.
Before long, Ruo Jinghong, the commander of the First Legion, and the others returned as well.
When they saw Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren, Ruo Jinghong smugly raised her eyebrows and winked, signaling to Wang Quan with her eyes: [See? Aren't I impressive? I made these bumpkins from the Far Northern Land take a tumble.]
Wang Quan blinked. He did not understand her look, but nodded at random anyway to show his