“Young Master Lu! Immortal Lady Shen!”
Tao Ling ushered Chu Jin in. Lu Zheng cupped his hands in greeting. “Lord Chu!”
After seating Chu Jin in the main hall, Lu Zheng wasted no ceremony. “Is it about the Ghost Head Infant?”
“Exactly.” Chu Jin nodded. “A hundred years ago, that Ghost Head Infant brought calamity to both Lingbei and Yinan. Who would have thought he would ignore the lesson and reappear now? His concealment skills are impressive. We cannot locate him.”
Lu Zheng understood at once. Holy Infant Mountain, where the Ghost Head Infant dwelled, lay deep within the Netherworld. Quite apart from the infant’s own considerable cultivation, the area was home to numerous ancient ghosts of long standing.
