The number of people arriving at the Great Feast of Ghosts was increasing steadily. Without exception, when everyone saw the arrival of Minghe Ancestor, their expressions shifted to one of mixed suspicion and uncertainty.
"It seems you have quite the reputation in the Underworld," Ye Xuan remarked, sipping the fine wine from his cup and teasing Minghe Ancestor in a low voice.
"Hmph!"
Minghe Ancestor sneered and retorted through a secret voice transmission, "No matter how big my reputation is, it can't compare to yours. If you were to reveal your true form, the Underworld would likely descend into utter chaos."
"The Four Ghost Emperors have arrived."
Suddenly, the sound of a Yin Soldier trembling came from the entrance. At that moment, Yin light soared from the four cardinal directions—East, South, West, and North—and four black ancient chariots crossed the sky towards them.
"Ha ha."
