Watching as Hou Niao led a group of people away, the welcome crowd dispersed noisily, but the patrollers didn't move.
Xiang Zhiwen turned back and said, "You killers, your social graces are worse than a newcomer's. Look at Hou Junior Brother, though he's impatient at heart, he still performs the necessary courtesies on the surface. Otherwise, he'd end up like me, staying put in this place."
Li Jingxi just laughed, "Don't give him too much credit; I think that kid is probably harboring some mischief!"
Dou Gong mused, "Is there a source for what Hou Junior Brother said about the instability of the Soul Ghosts in West Mang Mountain?"
Xiang Zhiwen gave a wry smile and shook his head, "He did mention it to me five days ago, but the Soul Ghosts in West Mang Mountain have been quiet for hundreds of years. How could they just happen to become volatile now? I suspect the kid just didn't want to be a guide and made up an excuse."
