Morgan Shangguan stared blankly as he hurried in and out, unable to figure out what was going on. She raised an eyebrow and decided not to dwell on it. Dawn was approaching, and she needed to rest.
"Master..." A trembling voice sounded, reminding Morgan that there was still a ghost in the room.
Seeing how the ghost was shaking, Morgan couldn't help but shake her head. Was Damien Gray really that terrifying? They had all died once already—why were these ghosts still so timid?
"Speak!" Morgan ordered, while letting someone come in to take away the bathing supplies, listening to the ghost's report at the same time.
After listening, Morgan frowned and murmured, "You can't find out?" Who on earth poisoned the Rakshasa Palace Master, leaving no clues at all? This matter was anything but simple!
So she couldn't help but suspect Damien Gray. If it was him, of course he could pull it off.
After a long silence, the ghost thought Morgan had fallen asleep and returned to its gourd. But Morgan stared at the ceiling, frowning—she wanted to rest, but it was too noisy downstairs for her to sleep.
Bang! The door slammed against the wall.
The woman in the room looked up, her joy vanishing instantly when she sensed the anger from the newcomer. Clearly, she hadn't chosen the right moment.
Violet Snow had chased upstairs but didn't see Damien Gray, so she waited in his room—only to end up running right into trouble.
Damien Gray was seething with anger, unable to vent his fury. Seeing someone appear in his room only made his rage boil over. “What are you doing in my room?” he snapped.
Violet Snow’s heart gave a jolt. The Ghostmaster was always cold and unfathomable—she’d never seen him so furious. As one of Rakshasa Palace’s three envoys, she was suddenly more flustered than ever, her tongue tripping over itself. “I... I...”
Before she could finish a single sentence, Damien Gray growled impatiently, “Get out!”
Violet Snow instinctively took a step back, stunned and frozen in place, forgetting to leave as if she’d been frightened out of her wits. In his fury, Damien Gray swept his sleeve and sent her flying out of the room.
In the next room, Ethan Gu and Maxwell Jing had already come out after hearing the commotion. But seeing Damien Gray so enraged, they were both stunned. He rarely lost his temper—even when he did, he was just colder than usual, never this wild and intimidating. Just looking at him now sent chills down their spines.
Who would dare to provoke the Ghostmaster? Isn’t this courting disaster?
Maxwell Jing nudged Ethan Gu, but Ethan stood rooted to the spot—he couldn’t bear the brunt of the Guildmaster’s wrath!
Maxwell Jing shot him a look of disdain, ordered someone to carry out the now-unconscious Violet Snow, and bravely stepped into the room, speaking cautiously, “Guildmaster…”
Damien Gray looked at him, eyes still blazing with anger, and coldly spat out two words: “Get out!”
Maxwell Jing frowned, said nothing more, and retreated, closing the door behind him. Yet, his mind raced, wondering what could possibly make Damien Gray so furious.
Damien Gray sat at the table, his fist clenching and relaxing over and over. Damn Morgan Shangguan! There was a man in her room while she was bathing—no, a male ghost!
She’d barely left the manor and was already attracting men—now even male ghosts! And that ghost wasn’t much anyway! And what about Liam Duanmu—was he any better than him?
After fuming for a while, Damien Gray finally regained some composure, rubbing his temples. He was acting completely out of character!
Why should he care if there were men or male ghosts in Morgan Shangguan’s room? She was only his Princess Consort in name; he didn’t care about appearances.
But in truth, he was angry—he’d never been this angry before!
Morgan Shangguan... It seemed he felt something for her...
Damien Gray’s expression shifted unpredictably. After a long while, he finally curled his lips into a faint smile.
“Heh...” His low laugh was pleasant to the ear, yet impossible to read.
He’d never wrong himself. Since he’d set his sights on her, she could only be his!
Who knows what he was thinking—his gaze suddenly softened, then flared with anger again, and after a moment, he couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle.
He should be glad no one else was in the room—otherwise, they’d surely think the Ghostmaster had lost his mind!
Early the next morning, Jade Greenfield came personally to inform Morgan Shangguan that the gathering had been moved up.
Curiosity about the Cloud Guildmaster ran high, so everyone was especially eager for this gathering. Rumor had it that both the Ghostmaster and the Cloud Guildmaster would be present. Those still enjoying themselves in Blue Lake City had rushed to the Blue Lake Inn last night. With Rakshasa Palace proposing to move the gathering up, no one objected. The three great evil factions were all present—who would dare protest?
Besides, the gathering would last more than one day. Anyone who truly wanted to attend could hurry and still make it.
Inside the main hall, music and dancing filled the air, and the atmosphere was lively. The Ghostmaster and Cloud Guildmaster sat side by side, with Liam Duanmu and Noah Duanmu opposite them. The rest kept their distance.
Originally, their seats weren’t so close. Though the Cloud Guild was second only to the Ghost Guild, no one thought it could truly compare. Rakshasa Palace certainly didn’t want to upset the Ghostmaster over something as trivial as seating.
But the Ghostmaster claimed he had matters to discuss with the Cloud Guildmaster, so the seats were moved closer for convenience. This made everyone wonder: what was his attitude toward the Cloud Guild?
At the Evil Path Gathering, unless something urgent came up, custom dictated that everyone enjoyed themselves first—serious business came later.
Morgan Shangguan found it amusing—the gathering had been moved up, clearly showing Rakshasa Palace’s anxiety. Yet they had to pretend not to care, letting everyone enjoy themselves first. It was truly a challenge for them!
With the Ghostmaster present, everyone was initially tense. But seeing that he paid them no mind, they gradually relaxed.
Ryan Ouyang watched as people began to mingle again, wishing he could hide Susie Yun away. But Susie’s curiosity was insatiable—she insisted on witnessing the Evil Path Gathering for herself, so he could only stand there, glaring at anyone who misbehaved.