After confirming that the Lady Min lead was genuine, the Ghost King—long hidden overseas—could no longer restrain himself. He decided to personally come ashore, determined to seize Lady Min, claim the Former Dynasty Imperial Hoard, and occupy the Nine Provinces in one stroke to restore his ancestors’ glory.
'Are you certain that Lady Min is in the Eastlyn temple?' The Ghost King wore a mask shaped like a wicked spirit, hiding his face. Only his exposed hands hinted at his youth.
'Your Majesty, I have confirmed it.' The lump-faced man stepped forward and knelt at the Ghost King’s feet.
'Very good.' The Ghost King’s tone was slow—not the calm, aristocratic drawl of Ninth Royal Uncle, but a deliberately slow and deep voice meant to intimidate his subordinates.
'Who uncovered the Liancastle lead?' The Ghost King asked another question, just to be cautious—he didn’t want generations of effort ruined by a moment’s carelessness.
'Your Majesty, it was Mad Third Madam.' The lump-faced man replied again.
Bu Jingyun was no fool. On the contrary, after following Ninth Royal Uncle, he’d picked up plenty of tricks, so he knew better than to expose himself and let Ghost Hall’s people realize he was different.
'Where is she?' the Ghost King asked. When the lump-faced man answered, 'Dead,' only then did the Ghost King relax. He asked again, 'Besides you, does anyone else know about this?'
'No one.' The lump-faced man answered with certainty. The Ghost King didn’t press further, motioned for him to withdraw, and then summoned the Ghost Doctor’s Disciple and the Big-Eared Scout: 'Are you certain Damien of Southlyn is dead?'
'Your Majesty, I am certain.' The Ghost Doctor’s Disciple dared not be disrespectful before the Ghost King, his attitude extremely humble.