"Cough, cough, cough!" The white-robed scholar coughed up blood as he struggled to lift his head, looking at Li Xu, and without being interrogated, he willingly spoke, "Senior must know about the fall of the previous Ghost King of our Nether Sect at Spirit Sword Mountain."
Li Xu toyed with a wine cup, his eyes having recovered to their original state.
"With the fall of the Ghost King, and the Netherworld Record falling into the hands of enemies, the Nether Sect vowed, all cultivators above the rank of incense master swore together, to retrieve the remains of the previous Ghost King and recapture the Netherworld Record. Whoever accomplished this would become the second generation Ghost King."
"Heh heh, what a poignant Nether Sect!" Li Xu put down his wine cup, and with a tap of his finger on the table, a "clang" sound made the person sneaking toward the cabin door feel as though struck by lightning, hurriedly retreating repeatedly.