“Which faction do you belong to, malevolent ghost? Are you from the Nine-Netherworlds Creed?” Zhao Po interrogated the Drowned Ghost by borrowing the trio’s authority like a fox exploiting the might of a tiger.

The Drowned Ghost shook his head vigorously, emphasizing he had no malicious intentions. “I ended up here purely by accident. Really.

“I was originally a fisherman from the East Sea. After drowning, my resentment turned me into a grievous soul. By chance, my corpse came across a Yin-Wind Stone, and I became a Drowned Ghost.

“The East Sea is boundless, teeming with countless living beings. Thus, I secretly fed on the yang energy from the various races in the sea, gradually elevating my cultivation. From a Drowned Ghost who couldn’t face sunlight, I advanced to a Qi-Training Drowned Ghost with some self-protection ability.

“Once I...