Chi Mo nodded, pulled a small bamboo tube from his pocket, and handed it to Mu Yuan. "This is it. The Right Protector provides the stronghold with Degenerate Ghost Pills via eagle sculptures on the fifteenth of every month."
Mu Yuan opened the bamboo tube and poured a pill into his palm. Its shape, color, and size looked incredibly familiar to him.
He raised his hand, tilted his head back, and then swallowed the pill, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Chi Mo, Qing Mei, and Hong Mei all stared at him in astonishment, and even Ling Yan turned his head to look.
Mu Yuan calmly stated, "Since I've become your Ghost Master, of course, I must stand with my brothers in the Ghost Stronghold."
Ling Yan cast a sidelong glance at Mu Yuan.
"What, are you really going to be this Ghost Master?"
Mu Yuan rubbed the tip of his nose and chuckled, but didn't reply.
Mu Yuan's action of personally taking the pill visibly moved Chi Mo. Though his face remained expressionless, his voice quickened:
