Morgan Shangguan gazed at the approaching figure, showing not the slightest hint of retreat—only a touch of amusement flickering in her eyes.
The crowd held their breath as the Ghostmaster strode up to the Cloud Guildmaster, leaning in close and lowering his voice to her ear, "Cloud Guildmaster, I've heard much about you."
Everyone's hearts trembled. Though his voice was melodious, it felt like a devil's whisper winding around their ears.
Morgan Shangguan let out a soft laugh. "Likewise," she replied, pausing before deliberately enunciating, "Ghost—mas—ter!"
They stood so close—one cold and sinister, the other gentle and serene; one devilish and intimidating, the other ethereal and refined. This pairing of demon and celestial left a profound impression on everyone present.
It was a long moment before anyone recovered, privately wondering: Was the Ghostmaster's provocative gesture a warning to the Cloud Guildmaster? Had the Ghost Guild decided to suppress the Cloud Guild, no longer allowing its unchecked rise? Yet, by the looks of it, this Cloud Guildmaster was truly fearless—daring to challenge the Ghostmaster himself!
Who was the Ghostmaster? Even the Rakshasa Palace Master would never defy him; if the Ghostmaster were displeased, Rakshasa Palace might vanish from the martial world overnight.
When the Ghost Guild first rose to power, the righteous sects rallied under the banner of eradicating evil, launching repeated assaults on the Ghost Guild. But each time, they suffered crushing defeats, and every campaign led to the complete annihilation of a sect. Eventually, the righteous dared not provoke the Ghost Guild again. The Ghostmaster had become their greatest headache—and the pride of the demonic path.
Pride aside, fear lingered. And now, the Cloud Guildmaster dared show such disrespect to the Ghostmaster! Clearly, she was young and reckless—perhaps the Cloud Guild’s rapid growth had made her arrogant and careless.
"Heh..."
In the grand hall, so silent that even a falling needle could be heard, the deep and pleasant laughter of Lord Ghostmaster suddenly echoed. Yet, no one could guess the reason behind his laughter—was it joy? Or anger? The thoughts of this Ghostmaster were a mystery no one could unravel.
Just then, a woman dressed in elaborate violet robes walked in enchantingly and stopped before the Ghostmaster. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she spoke sweetly, "Violet Snow, Purple Envoy of Rakshasa Palace, welcomes Lord Ghostmaster!"
Though this woman appeared delicate and charming, anyone who could serve as one of the three colored envoys of Rakshasa Palace was far from simple. This gentle demeanor was likely reserved only for the Ghostmaster.
A beauty offering herself was enough to make others envious, but such an act was not so easily done. The protagonist, however, showed no reaction at all.
Violet Snow felt a touch of grievance. She was confident in her beauty, unmatched by most, yet this Ghostmaster had never spared her a glance. Even now, he did not so much as look her way, his gaze lingering meaningfully on the Cloud Guildmaster. No one knew what he was thinking.
After a long moment, the Ghostmaster finally spoke, "Lead the way!" His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.
Violet Snow snapped back to herself and hurried to lead the way. At the entrance, two others wearing ghost masks stood unattended. Jade Greenfield quickly exchanged a glance, and another person stepped out, warmly greeting the two at the door.
One of them clicked his tongue and said, "At least we haven't been completely forgotten!" Hearing this, the greeter quickly smiled in apology.
Who didn't know these two at the Ghostmaster's side? They were the Left and Right Guardians of the Ghost Guild—figures no one dared offend!
Meanwhile, Jade Greenfield led Morgan Shangguan upstairs. The Ghost Guildmaster and Cloud Guildmaster naturally received special treatment: luxurious private rooms with every comfort, attended by a bevy of stunning beauties.