The Yaksha landed on the ground with a mouthful of grass. He desperately twisted his head toward Cui Jiuyang and cried, "Immortal! My respects, Immortal! May I ask what orders you have for this lowly one, bringing me here?"
Cui Jiuyang looked down at him. "Tell me, is the River Lord in the Water Palace?"
The Yaksha said, "Immortal, I'm only a lowly river-patrol Yaksha. Whenever the River Lord passes before me, I have to kneel without daring to raise my head."
As he spoke, he put on a fawning smile. "Tell me, how could someone like me know Lord River Lord's whereabouts?"
Demonic ghosts such as Yakshas often transformed from evil ghosts.
And evil ghosts, tormented by extreme emotions such as resentment and hatred, often had twisted faces.
So after transforming into Yakshas, they were still hideous beyond description.
The Yaksha before them was already relatively presentable by his kind's standards, but he still had flaring, upturned nostrils, sausage lips, and a bald crown fringed with hair.
Coupled with the deliberately ingratiating smile he now wore, he looked as ugly as could be.
Beside them, Ninth Lady laughed at his ugliness. "Jiuyang, why make things difficult for him? He's only a Yaksha standing guard."
This river-patrol Yaksha was also a water creature. Sensing the Ji River's spiritual energy on Ninth Lady, he hurriedly said, "Chief Sacrificer, you truly understand the hardships of us lesser demons. Just as the rumors say, you're beautiful and kind, with the heart of a bodhisattva."
Cui Jiuyang spat. "You dishonest demonic ghost! Your life is about to end at my hands, and you still have time to ogle a bodhisattva? Besides, your River Lord is a water god. Does he even work for the same outfit as the bodhisattvas?"
The Yaksha had thought that