"We've met before, haven't we? Ethan Zhang, you barged into my place and caused trouble. Look, see? These glasses I've worn for hundreds of years—you smashed them."
I clenched my fist, and instantly, a surge of Deathbane Aura shot toward the Blue Wraith with the little mustache. But it was like stabbing at empty air—his figure wavered in the swirling, chaotic energy, appearing and vanishing as if he were a mere illusion.
"I told you already, Ethan Zhang, stop wasting your strength."
"Tell me, was it you who killed Liam Chen?" I roared again. The Blue Wraith with the little mustache smirked eerily.
"It wasn't me. It was Hugh Thompson."
In that moment, my anger flared even hotter. Rachel Lan came over and pulled me back.
I raised my fist, clenching it so hard my knuckles cracked, and moved closer to the Blue Wraith with the little mustache.
"If you’ve got the guts, come out here! If you want trouble, come at me! Or are you scared, you coward?"
I cursed at him. The Blue Wraith with the little mustache glared at me, puffing up his cheeks and pointing at himself.
"Scared? Me, scared? Just look at yourself, Ethan Zhang. You think I’d need to deal with you personally? Pah. Besides, you were the one who came looking for trouble in the first place."
As he spoke, the Blue Wraith with the little mustache took off his monocle, glaring angrily at me. He held out his palm, and I saw the monocle was already bent and broken.
"This is the only one of its kind left in the world—a high-end piece made more than three hundred years ago. And you, kid, just smashed it like it was nothing."
The Blue Wraith with the little mustache looked utterly furious, but then he suddenly started laughing.
"Now, at least, you count as having entered the ranks of the Blue Wraiths. Why are you so stubborn, wanting to meddle in the affairs of the Immortality Society? Wouldn’t it be better to stick with Boss Yin and focus on strengthening yourself? Blindly getting involved isn’t exactly the wisest move."
"Then tell me—where is the Immortality Society’s main lair, who’s there, and what are their goals? If you tell me, I’ll let this go for now."
As I spoke, the Blue Wraith with the little mustache shot me a cold look.
"Are you trying to trick a ghost, Ethan Zhang? Pathetic."
The Blue Wraith with the little mustache spoke, then sat down abruptly. Behind him, it looked as if a chair had materialized out of thin air—he sat there in utter silence.
"Let me put it this way, Ethan Zhang: what’s happening now is just the Immortality Society sending people to retrieve some leftover items. That’s why they’ve mobilized their agents—to find certain things, maybe even destroy them. One of those items ended up with your Ghost Burial Squad, and now they’ve sent two special agents after it. I’m the official representative of the Immortality Society, here to negotiate with you, Ethan Zhang."
I sat down cross-legged on the ground, seething with rage inside.