Qing Mei's thoughts suddenly stirred. It was truly not easy for a woman like her to run such a large gambling den as the Myriad Flowers Gambling Den in Yaocheng, which, apart from the capital, was the most prosperous city. Therefore, compared to Hong Mei, who merely enjoyed herself in the bamboo grove, Qing Mei's reactions were naturally much quicker. Her almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief:
"Could it be… you are actually General Mu Yuan, who killed the original Ghost Lord of the Ghost Stronghold three years ago?!"
Chi Mo's hands quickly moved to the hilts of the dual blades on his back. Hong Mei rolled over and picked up the red whip that Mu Yuan had tossed aside, gripping the handle tightly, ready to strike at any moment. Although the current Ghost Stronghold was vastly different from its past, these "ghosts" within the stronghold still seemed united. They had long considered General Mu Yuan, who had killed their original Ghost Lord, as their sworn enemy.
