Beside Freddy stood around a dozen other individuals who were also wearing leather jackets and metal-tipped claws. However, all of them were wearing white masks, and they were extending bows in unison in an inviting gesture toward Qin Ye. Behind them was a tall staircase that was lined with around a dozen more evil ghosts in leather jackets, as well as rows of antiquated Cathayan palatial lanterns that were burning with netherfire, presenting quite an intimidating sight to behold.

He's a nascent Abyssal Prefect... Qin Ye was able to determine this with just a single glance. It seemed that the Usonian Witch Hunter Association was quite powerful to have been able to drive such a fearsome evil ghost to the Peach Blossom Spring. After all, an Abyssal Prefect could already be considered to be a high-grade underworld emissary. The death gods of the Usonian Underworld were on the verge of death, so they certainly didn't have the spare time and energy to focus on disciplining their subordinate evil ghosts.

He gave a slight nod and was just about to make his way toward the staircase when Freddy suddenly reached out with a hand.

The meaning behind this gesture was very clear. He was a gentleman, and he was extending a hand toward the madam in accordance with gentlemanly etiquette.

Thus, Qin Ye had to put his delicate and frail hand onto his metal claws. Freddy held his hand out before him for several seconds, and after receiving no response, he looked up with a slightly taken aback expression. "Madam Tean...