Chapter 17: The Ghostly Man’s Frustruation
It took the ghostly man a few minutes to cope with his situation.
SIGH
"I'll have to take the hard way," the man muttered to himself.
'To think I'd be starting all over again—that too from a Mortal World,' he thought as his heart ached in a way it hadn't in centuries. A proud cultivator like him reduced to this? If he still had Spirit Qi, it would have boiled in frustration.
Han Yu, of course, remained blissfully unaware of the man's internal existential crisis and was instead staring at him with eager eyes, practically vibrating with excitement.
"Do you have anything else you want to know?" Han Yu asked, more out of impatience than courtesy. He didn't want any delays between him and his new, overpowered technique.
The ghostly man rubbed his temples, as if nursing an invisible headache. "Hmm... who's the strongest cultivator in this world?"
"I don't know," Han Yu admitted, but quickly perked up as he remembered something. "But I think the King should be one of the strongest! People say he's above the Nascent Soul realm."
The ghostly man remained unimpressed. "Is that supposed to be impressive?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Han Yu frowned. "Uh... I guess? Oh! There's also the Frozen Skies Sword Sect!"
"What about them?" the man asked, leaning slightly forward.