Wei Jin smiled and asked, "Are you that person from the Mohist Sect?"

The young swordsman standing under the plaque had a displeased expression. Senior A'Liang, couldn't you have at least told them my name?

"Give me a moment," he said to Wei Jin.

The young swordsman turned to face the female ghost whose soul was residing in the plaque, and he said with a frown, "Lady Chu, things have already come to this, so can you please show some sincerity?"

The female ghost nodded, after which the barrier in the sky slowly dissipated. This was a sign that the barrier around her territory was being lowered, akin to how mortals opened their doors to welcome guests.

No matter how secluded and ignorant she was, she had still heard about this man's many achievements. He was a wanderer from the Mohist Sect, and after taking refuge in the Great Li Empire with another leading figure of Mohism, he had immediately been treated as an esteemed guest by the emperor. Right now, he was an honored guardian of the Great Li Empire's capital city and one of the most important figures overlooking the immortal forces. 

It was said that he would travel alone to all corners of the world whenever he had time. Every time he came across mountains or other spectacular scenery, he would transform these sights into his own sword intent.

Thus, when the palace minister of the Ministry of Rites and the great river god of the Embroidered Flower River appeared on the street and cupped their fists in respect, the young swordsman merely nodded back in acknowledgment. This was proof enough of his transcendent standing in the Great Li Empire.

The Yin god also stood beside Chen Ping'an, with his murderous aura soaring into the sky. Just then, he had been determined to sever the mountain root of this place even if it meant sacrificing his cultivation base. He had been intent on fighting to the death with the female ghost. Once the mountain root was shattered, the shield of the female ghost would also be destroyed. At that time, she...