So, some things were best just heard and forgotten.
But Song Changsheng's final words made him break out in a cold sweat. He didn't doubt their truth in the slightest. An empty promise might never come to pass, but this threat most certainly would.
He immediately swore his allegiance. "I will do my utmost and not fail your trust, Young Master!"
"Good. Go and prepare. We set out tomorrow. And take the Human Skin Mask with you. The original Chi Huo Old Ghost is already dead, so don't blow your cover."
Song Changsheng waved a dismissive hand, sending the Chi Huo Old Ghost away.
In truth, asking the Chi Huo Old Ghost to handle these two tasks wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was something he had long considered.
'Once I return to the clan, Song Xianming is bound to enter seclusion to ascend to the Purple Mansion Realm. The full weight of the clan's responsibilities will fall on my shoulders then, leaving me no time to handle these two matters myself.'
