The ghost envoy spoke casually.
But in the next instant, Ji Yuan suddenly had the feeling that his entire body had been seen through.
"Not bad, you really don't have that disgusting stench those people have on you. Brat, you sure you're not from that damned Black and White Divine Hall?"
The ghost envoy spoke with something implied in his words.
Ji Yuan immediately raised his hand and pointed to the sky. "I swear, if I am a person of the Black and White Divine Hall, may my Dao path collapse and may I fall here."
Thunder rumbled, and the oath was thus formed.
Seeing this, the ghost envoy finally let out a sinister chuckle and said, "I was just saying it offhand, I didn't really suspect you. But since you're not a cultivator of that Black and White Divine Hall, I'll count you as truly a disciple of my Yin Ghost Sect."
"Brat, when the Rashamon Sea opens, remember to come see me from this place. At that time… we shall restore the supreme glory of my Yin Ghost Sect!"
