"There's actually a Sword Ghost like that? Now that really is seeing ghosts."
The Nether Emperor said, "Summon your Sword Ghost and let me see."
Jing Jiu said, "I haven't nurtured a Sword Ghost yet."
The Nether Emperor looked at him with the hint of a smile. "If you haven't nurtured a Sword Ghost, how do you know yours is different and can only cultivate on its own?"
Jing Jiu said, "I wouldn't use such a ridiculous excuse to trick you out of Soul Fire Control."
But he had no intention of telling the truth, either.
The Nether Emperor said, "If you won't tell me, I won't help you."
Jing Jiu said, "If you're willing to help me, Your Majesty, it naturally won't be because of a secret I reveal. It can only be because of something else."
"Something else? Could it be my old friendship with your master?"
The Nether Emperor burst out laughing, and the streams of light inside his body flowed even faster.
Jing Jiu knew this signified anger.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The Nether Emperor raised his head and stared into Jing Jiu's eyes. "Don't you know that I ended up like this entirely because of that faithless, treacherous master of yours?"
Two thousand years ago, True Person Chunyang of the Green Mountain Sect and the Divine Emperor of that time had joined forces to defeat the Nether Department's army at Great Marsh. There had been no major war between the two sides since. But the absence of major war did not mean peace. Conflicts between the human world and the Nether Department continued unabated, especially several hundred years ago, when powerful figures from the Nether Department often came to the surface and stirred up enormous storms.
It was then that a Green Mountain Peak Master