"Don't stir up trouble!"
Yuan San warned.
It knew that cultivators from orthodox, prestigious sects like Wang Yi could least stomach scenes like this.
But the Old Ghost of Mangshan had held sway here for a thousand years. His strength was unfathomable, and he had numerous subordinates.
Not to mention the boost he enjoyed on his own territory.
Even Yuan San itself dared not act rashly on his turf.
Besides, this trip was only to do someone a favor along the way and rescue someone who had been transferred to the City of a Hundred Ghosts.
Given its friendship with the Old Ghost of Mangshan, this was no great matter.
Things had gone exactly as Yuan San expected: the moment it brought the matter up, he agreed without hesitation.
But if Wang Yi intended to do anything else, he would have to forgive it for not joining him.
To become enemies with the Mangshan Ghost King and form a grudge over someone it had known for only a few days...
Yuan San was unwilling to do that, although it greatly disliked the Old Ghost of Mangshan's practices too.
It simply did not feel that same fierce indignation.
Wang Yi drew a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself.
"Hahahaha, take your time, everyone. The main event is still to come!" the Old Ghost of Mangshan said with a laugh. "I've also prepared a banquet of living humans to share with you."
"A banquet of living humans? That's nothing special."
"Exactly, exactly."
"Old Ghost, aren't you being too stingy? You're fobbing us off with this?"
"..."
"Of course not. This banquet of living humans is different from the others. I've procured thirty-two pregnant women."
"Pregnant women?"
"I'm sure you all know how tender and succulent children cut from pregnant women's