He paused for a moment, then earnestly bowed again to the four Immortals: "This Netherworld cataclysm was resolved thanks to the tireless support of you four, to whom I am endlessly grateful, including the entire Senluo Ghost City. Now that the battle has just settled, many affairs in the city require urgent attention, and I must take my leave. Once matters are somewhat settled, I kindly request the four of you to grace us with your presence at the Reincarnation Hall, where I will offer a banquet as a token of gratitude."
"Certainly, certainly," Xiao Jie responded, but his gaze swept the surrounding battlefield. With the Netherworld Emperor dead and the Ghost King fled, the once mighty million-strong Ghost Army had descended into chaos. Most of the fleeing Ghost Kings remembered to take their core elite troops, thus leaving behind mostly low-level Corpse Ghosts and Wandering Souls, dull-witted and aimless.
