124, Eight years later, unsheathing the sword once more, to send Lord Zhao off to the heavens

On the silent long street, there was a breeze.

It made the banner hanging from the tea stall's awning flutter, a huge "Tea" character, as elegant as a battle flag.

Zhao Douan's muscles were tensed all over as he stared at the swordsman blocking his way and said with a sneer,

"Ghost Festival isn't here yet, so why are there little ghosts running around in the mortal world? Could it be that my renown has already spread to the Earthly Realm?"

The ghost-faced swordsman didn't mind his sarcasm and replied with a calm and collected smile,

"Indeed, you have a sharp tongue, which is no wonder you managed to win the Fake Emperor's favor. But today, this 'ghost' indeed plans to send you on your way to the Yellow Springs."

Fake Emperor... Zhao Douan caught the keyword and raised an eyebrow,

"Are you a rebel from the Kuangfu Society?"

The ghost-faced swordsman did not deny it but nodded with satisfaction and sighed,