Calming myself, I began to eat and drink heartily. Surprisingly, I felt a bit hungry. As a ghost, hunger is a sensation reserved for only the lowest ranks; otherwise, it simply doesn't happen.
But everything I experienced today made me feel as if I had just walked off a battlefield.
At this moment, I noticed that the Nine Dao Gate Elders were still seated cross-legged on the platform, completely motionless, eyes closed as if resting deeply. Yin Choujian smiled.
"They're communicating with their primordial spirits. Brother, do you want to try eavesdropping and see what they're really up to?"
I let out a sound of surprise, but then reconsidered. If I got caught, it would be awkward, and I had just managed to shift the blame—I didn't want to get saddled with another problem.
Just then, Poison Dreadstar walked over, chuckling.
"Thanks, Ethan Zhang. I know exactly what's going on with the Immortality Society, and I've already sent the information to Hugh Thompson. When you get back, just ask him."
I nodded and said,
"Thank you."
As I ate the vegetarian dishes, I watched the Nine Dao Gate Elders meditating and communicating. I glanced at the small plate of vegetables—delicious, but how nice it would be if there was some meat. I still craved meat.