"Sixth Lady is right; being a monarch is truly difficult. Below, I must care for the common people; above, I must curry favor with the Immortals," the man replied.
"Why not come with me to Mount Luoxiang? We can play the qin and the flute, recite poetry and drink wine, tossing aside all mundane worries. Perhaps you'll even reach true enlightenment!" the female spirit coaxed seductively.
"Indeed, I am an Immortal God. Yet, why have I chosen to linger in this filth-ridden mortal world? Sixth Lady, do you truly wish to retreat into the mountains with me to cultivate and ascend together?" The man asked with anticipation.
"Of course, wherever you go, I will follow," she replied.
As the two exchanged these sickeningly saccharine words, Zhu Minglang paid attention to the face of the man who had had his soul harvested.
This man... seemed familiar!
It couldn't be—wasn't this the very monarch of that mortal mini-state who sent me to the Ghost Door Sect!?
