"The Ghost King sent me and this is Zhang Xu Lan, nephew of Heaven's Chosen."
Feng Zhi's eyes widened and he bowed to them, but Mo Chou let out a quiet laugh holding the man up.
"He sent me to give you this," Mo Chou said as he reached into his sleeve to hand a phoenix talisman to his brother, "This will protect you or anywhere you place it. He asked that you join the cultivation school."
Feng Zhi ran his thumb across the etching and the golden bird. He held it in both hands and closed his eyes for a moment. He did not think his king was listening to him, but he was and that made him happy.
"Then I wish to place it here at his temple. Once I leave, no one will protect this temple."
