The aged elder saw that the other party was about to make a move. How could he possibly remain seated?
He hurried forward and said, "Reporting to you, Senior!"
The venerable one who had been about to request the Dharma Decree furrowed his brow slightly and stopped chanting the incantation.
Instead, he asked, "What is it?"
The aged elder had yet to speak.
The middle-aged man spoke first. "Senior, we are not familiar with Ge Qing. He cultivated for only a short time before building this Ascension Platform and leaving. Whatever Ge Qing may have done has nothing to do with us."
Ying Feixiong, clad in the Netherworld's black armor, stood upon the deck.
His gaze flashed like lightning, shooting out two beams of light.
As an envoy, he faced these people with calm composure. There was neither mockery nor helplessness in him, but rather a kind of tolerance. His task was to deliver the Prefect Lord's decree and spread the Netherworld's banners throughout Demon Nether.
As for what these cave-heaven cultivators thought, that was their own business.
Yet when he heard everyone hemming and hawing, unwilling to admit anything, and saw even a Nascent Soul cultivator step forward to distance himself, Ying Feixiong felt a strange emotion rise within him. He could not help wondering what earth-shattering merit Ge Qing had rendered to change the Netherworld's strategy and draw the higher-ups' attention to this little cave-heaven.
Ge Qing must have wanted the Netherworld to support his family and friends.
Thus, Ying Feixiong asked, "Does Ge Qing have any family or friends in this cave-heaven?"
"No."
"He was a very solitary man."
"And his cultivation advanced incredibly quickly. In barely twenty years, he reached the late Nascent Soul stage."
The middle-aged Nascent Soul cultivator swiftly laid out everything he knew