Xu Wan finished speaking and quietly watched the Daoist, waiting for his answer.
The only Sixth-Realm Yin Ghost Earthly Immortal in the world today, the ruler of the Kuang Kingdom that had stood for seven thousand years, the unorthodox Netherworld Sage renowned for his savage might and ruthlessness, now adopted a humble posture, his words earnest and his gaze sincere.
The sun hung like a red lantern above West Mountain. The dying sunlight was like blood, and crimson ripples shimmered on the Luo River, as though a riverful of azaleas had bloomed. When those azaleas reached their fullest splendor, the Daoist, silent for a long while, suddenly looked at Xu Wan and spoke.
"I established a temple in Ghost Valley in Longdong, becoming a neighbor to Heluo. All the sects took the initiative to visit and offer congratulations. Why didn't you come, Netherworld Sage? Did you look down on me?" This time, the Daoist's unexpected words left Xu Wan reeling. He answered rather cautiously.
"I am a Yin Ghost, and the Mount Kuang Yin Ghost Kingdom suffers much misunderstanding from the world. Thus, I dared not presumptuously visit your sanctuary, True Lord. I feel only admiration for you, and certainly harbor no contempt. It was precisely out of that admiration that I took the opportunity of your departure from the mountains today to invite you here for a meeting."
There was nothing to fault in the Netherworld Sage's words. The Daoist nodded upon hearing them, then continued.
"The sects of Heluo all invited me to return their visits. You've spoken with me for so long, Netherworld Sage, and the sun is about to set. Why haven't you invited me to visit your Ghost Kingdom?"
The Netherworld Sage was startled, astonishment showing on his face. This man actually wanted to visit