"Starve for a month? That's nothing, too small of a deal. I starved for a full three months," a voice said.
"Heh, just a clown. It's not about how much you starve, it's about strength," another chimed in.
"Eat? What's the point of eating? How many Gold Coins can that even get you?"
A few familiar Level 8 Ghost Kings gathered together and started chatting.
There were also those who didn't see eye to eye and began throwing verbal jabs at each other.
Mu Rufeng observed many foreign faces among these Ghost Kings, even some special races.
It was likely that they included representatives from all over the Mysterious World.
Of course, Mu Rufeng didn't believe that these thousand-odd Level 8 Ghost Kings were all the Ghost Kings in the Mysterious World.
Probably just a small portion of them.
After all, not every Ghost King was free, and not every one of them had the credentials to attend the Golden City's once-every-ten-years grand gathering.
