"Miss Tianmiao, please save those children." The Second Elder also approached and bowed to Tianmiao. He was anxious, as his grandson was also participating in the competition and was now missing. This sudden change caught them all off guard.
Tianmiao raised her hand, signaling the elders to be quiet.
"There is more to this matter than ets the eye," Tianmiao said, looking towards the door, "Is King Yan also here?"
What?
Everyone was stunned. What did that an?
At that mont, the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped a few degrees, and a cold wind blew in. A sense of oppression followed imdiately.
A tall figure appeared at the door, wearing a crown with hanging pearls and dressed in a deep blue ceremonial robe, with a stern face exuding natural authority. With his appearance, the surrounding air beca even colder. His appearance matched the portraits venerated in many sects. The pressure compelled the ghost hunters in the hall to feel the urge to kneel and pay homage.
He stepped forward slowly, and with each step, the ghost hunters felt trendous pressure. They quickly moved aside, creating a path down the center, and knelt to pay their respects one by one.
"Lord King Yan..." The Great Elder’s lips trembled slightly. He had seen King Yan once, when he was very young. His clan, along with hundreds of powerful ghost hunters, besieged a Ghost King. Yet, even so many were no match for the Ghost King. Desperate, his clan used an ancient thod passed down by their ancestors to summon King Yan.
Unexpectedly, King Yan did respond and appeared before them.
Then followed an earth-shattering battle. King Yan was injured but managed to take the nearly defeated Ghost King away.
He hadn’t expected that after so many years, he would see His Highness King Yan again.
The Great Elder also knelt down slowly, bowing his head in reverence.
King Yan walked slowly to Tianmiao, bent over, and in a resonant voice said, "Greetings, my Lord."
The ghost hunters kneeling across the hall felt like they were about to have a brain hemorrhage.
King Yan, it was King Yan!
Their ancestor among ghost hunters, the King Yan they worship and venerate, was now bowing to Tianmiao, respectfully calling her ’my Lord’. Who on earth was Tianmiao?!
"Rise," Tianmiao said calmly.
"My Lord, I am here to request your help," King Yan straightened up and said with a solemn face, "A Ghost King has been expanding its power. By the ti we noticed, it was too late. He has taken control of a city, and that city is gradually slipping out of our control. The Book of Life and Death also shows abnormalities, with many people dying unjustly, but their souls have not reported to the Underworld. We dispatched many ghost ssengers to investigate, but all went missing, never to return."
"I understand," Tianmiao sat down again, "I will resolve it. However, I want those children to gain so experience first. Let’s sit down and watch together."
Hearing Tianmiao’s response, King Yan finally felt relieved.
"Serve the tea," Tianmiao glanced at the ghost hunters still kneeling on the ground, gave that order, then turned to King Yan, "Join us for a al? What do you feel like having for lunch later?"
"As you wish, my Lord." Of course, King Yan did not order, instead maintaining a serious deanor.
Everyone in the hall felt breathless again. The conversation between these bigwigs was quite down-to-earth.
"Great Elder, make the arrangents." After Tianmiao finished speaking, she waved her hand, causing the static on the nurous screens in the hall to disappear, revealing the figures of the ghost hunters who had participated in the competition earlier. "Just watch for now. This is unexpected, but don’t worry, if they die, King Yan won’t claim them."
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