"A swarm of Ghost Messengers will follow the aura of wealth!"
"Once they have captured the Life Soul of the wealthy, and have no more souls to capture, we will guide them to capture the soul of Thousand Leaves!"
"Using their desire to capture souls accumulated over millennia, to hasten the defilement and glory of Thousand Leaves!"
The companion beside him smacked his lips.
"Can the Ghost Messengers listen to us?"
The white-haired youth was stunned for a moment.
"At the very least, while we wear Bitter Leaf, they will not attack us.
"As for the Thousand Leaves... They should not like it, let's see our luck."
"Even if it can speed up one cycle of defilement, saving a thousand years, it's still worthwhile!"
Though even one cycle might not increase... let's try it first, what if it succeeds?
…
Whew...
The Fire Cloud landed on the other side of the abyss.
Four foxes still hugging Master's leg, ears drooping, eyes tightly shut, tears rubbing against Master's body.
