The space inside the cave dwelling was spacious but spartan, with no furnishings besides a stone bed and a stone table.
As Luo Xiu stepped into the cave hall, his eyes immediately fell upon the stone table. On it lay a book and a diamond-shaped, glowing jade stone.
The moment Luo Xiu's hand touched the jade, it began to glow and heat up. A beam of spirit light suddenly shot out from it, transforming in the air into the phantom of a man.
He was an old man, his face etched with the passage of time, yet he appeared hale and hearty. His eyes, sharp as torches, held the profound weight of ages.
Luo Xiu was startled for a moment, then bowed to the phantom. "Disciple pays his respects to Master."
This phantom was none other than Luo Xiu's revered master and the founder of Ghost Valley, the Ghost Sword Heavenly Emperor, Guijian Chou.
"Alright, you little rascal, drop the formal act with me."
