The Daoist raised an eyebrow, looking distinctly surprised.
Xu Wan wanted to see him?
How did he dare? Could he no longer distinguish the righteous from the demonic? And he had even dared send an envoy to make trouble at Laojun Mountain's gates. His audacity truly knew no bounds.
Yet Sect Master An had spoken only of driving away the Demon Fiend outside the mountain gate, not killing him. That, too, said a great deal-Mount Beikuang's strength was probably far from ordinary.
"Who came?"
The Daoist asked.
"One of the Ghost Kingdom's ghost kings."
An Zhiyu answered, his voice full of distaste and loathing.
Cheng Xinzhan nodded. He knew that those who called themselves kings on Mount Beikuang were all Fourth Realm cultivators. No wonder An Zhiyu had not dared speak of killing the visitor outright.
"Then sorry for the trouble, Sect Master An, but please tell that ghost king to inform Xu Wan that there is an order to these things. I am currently a guest on Laojun Mountain and have no time to see him. Have him choose a place at dusk, and I can meet him there."
An Zhiyu's expression changed at this, and he hastened to say,
"True Lord, do you really intend to meet Xu Wan? Why bother? With a sinister demon like him, there's no need even to think about it. He saw you sweep through the south and cross the river northward, then slay Jiupanpo with thunderbolt force, looking ready to sweep through the north as well. He must have panicked and come begging for mercy. Why pay him any heed?"
Cheng Xinzhan smiled at his words. He knew Sect Master An was probably right. After he had established Ghost Valley Listening to the Earth Monastery, the sects of Heluo had been the