The spiritual master could not raise any courage in front of Jun Wuyao. The word "Evil Emperor" was like a curse, imprinted in his heart.

"Why? I haven't seen you for a long time, you have become so timid? This is not like the spiritual master who was confronting me back then." Jun Wuyao looked at the spiritual master casually, with a teasing smile in his eyes. He raised his hand, shook his fingertips, and a glass of wine transformed with the power of his soul fell into his palm. He smelled the fragrance of the wine and half-closed his eyes, looking evil and furious.

The spirit master's voice was hoarse, and Jun Wuyao's words evoked his past memories, but they were not very beautiful.

"I heard that you have given up your position as a soul master since that time. Why? The spiritual masters back then were so frightened?" Jun Wuyao looked at the spiritual master with a smile. The only two he remembered in the entire ghost world were the spiritual master and the spiritual master. How could Jun Wuyao remember the human soul that had been remembered for thousands of years by him? How could it be such a simple existence?

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the spiritual master's mouth.

"The soul master should have taken care of the safety of the ghost world, but I didn't notice that I had missed the best defense time just when I was waiting for you to appear. The ghost world was trapped in your claws. I was incompetent. Since I made such a mistake, what kind of face should I have to continue to serve as the soul master?"

"Oh? That's why you put the position of Soul Master to your disciple? Why? Do you think he is more suitable to be a Soul Master than you?" Jun Wuyao supported his chin with one hand.

The spiritual master's face changed slightly, and he naturally knew who Jun Wuyao was talking about.

Jun Wuyao didn't wait for the spirit master to speak, and said to himself: "There were not many people who could make me fall in love with this ghost world back then. You were one of them. I still remember that you were almost beaten by me and you were so soulless that you were protected in front of that little ghost. You were so upright and loyal that I was amazed. I thought you never feared power, but I didn't expect that you would be so disgusted by me." A trace of disdain flashed in Jun Wuyao's eyes.

The spirit master was so nervous that he was stabbed by Jun Wuyao's words that he gritted his teeth and looked at Jun Wuyao, forcibly suppressing his grief and anger.

Jun Wuyao saw no resentment at all, and looked at the wooden box beside him.

"It seems that you have not made any progress at all. You should have already seen me here, right? But why don't you see me? Go and inform your spirit master and make good preparations?" Jun Wuyao said with a smile.

The spiritual master's face became more and more ugly.

"The Spirit Lord doesn't want to see me."

"That's it." Jun Wuyao chuckled.

"The Spirit Master, who once trusted you in all kinds of ways, is now beginning to dislike you? Or is your disciple more fond of him? It's a pity that your disciple doesn't seem to remember you as a master."

"Evil Emperor! Come and find me, what do you want to say to me!" The spiritual master glared at Jun Wuyao and said.

Jun Wuyao shrugged slightly.

"It's just to talk to old friends."

"I don't think you and I are friends." said the spiritual master.

"As long as I think so, that's it." Jun Wuyao raised his eyebrows and spoke extremely domineeringly.

"Forget it, you don't want to talk to me, and I don't want to talk to you. I'm here to find you today because I want to ask you what happened to the ghost tower that your proud disciple suggested to build." Jun Wuyao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ghost Tower..." A trace of depression flashed in his eyes when the spirit master heard these three words, and then he pretended to be ignorant:
Chapter completed!