There’s no way the Underworld only has a single ghost official…0

Li Yanchu smiled and said, “Greetings, Honored Deity. I left in haste last time, and have felt regret about it ever since.”0

The ghost official bowed in return. “No offense taken, Daoist friend. Tonight your primordial spirit shines like the blazing sun, brimming with pure yang qi. Even I hardly dare to look straight at you. I imagine achieving full control of daytime astral projection is not far off for you.”0

A warm smile graced Li Yanchu’s face. When he wasn’t fighting, he always carried himself with elegance and composure, and he was impeccable in both manners and bearing. “You flatter me, Honored Deity.”0

The ghost official looked at him and asked, “Daoist friend, did you appear here late at night to seek me out specifically?”0

“That’s right,” Li Yanchu replied with a smile. “This time, I come to ask about matters of the Underworld and the cycle of reincarnation. There’s a malevolent entity in this region making use of bloodstained copper...0