As these words were spoken, the joyous scene of guests and hosts reveling in the Ghost King Hall instantly fell silent. The ghosts' gazes turned sinister, all fixing on Chu Yi. After a momentary pause, however, they resumed their lively demeanor.
Chu Yi squinted, leaning his head back against the soft, ample bosom of a Ghost Princess. The ghosts' earlier reactions had not escaped his notice.
Clearly, these vile ghosts knew Wei Wuyang and had met him. For such an important figure in the Underworld to be aware of him, the Ghost King Hall must have hosted him before.
