"[You say that a third Ghost God is about to appear, perhaps we should really join them, otherwise we might not even get a sip of soup in the end.]" Fu Zhu communicated telepathically.
Meng Huai sat in the midst of the sea of fire, head hung low, motionless: [Certainly we must join, but not now.]
[Why?] Fu Zhu asked.
[Do you even need to ask? The positions for the inner sect disciples haven't been distributed yet, even if we succeed as outer sect members, the treatment we get wouldn't compare.]
[Moreover, I see it clearly now, if you can't let go, you won't be able to walk the path of the Ghost Gods.]
Meng Huai saw through it very clearly, those who could enter the inner sect were really devoted to the path of the Ghost Gods.
The two of them had too many thoughts, although they shouted slogans the loudest and seemed to cooperate actively, they weren't genuinely planning to serve the Netherworld.
