"Mr. Ghost, we finally meet."
Ilia Danvers walked over, shook hands with Shadow Kims out of formality, and said somewhat excitedly, "How have things been lately? Still comfortable? I heard the rival kings are gathering at Thousand-clouds Mountain, but no one invited you."
Shadow Kims' expression was slightly awkward.
Could he have picked a worse topic?
Not only did they not let him attend, but they also ambushed him on the way!
Shadow Kims was furious, almost fell sick from anger when he got back.
After all, he was the Pope of the Funeral Association, and now he's closely collaborating with the Martial Arts Association.
How could he not even be qualified to attend a gathering?
"Haha, that's just a rumor. If I wanted to attend, it would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it? Frankly, while we're all kings anointed by the temple, we're not even in the same league anymore strength-wise."
