Chapter 1105: Decree
The upper echelons of the Underworld had all come along.
The old man walking at the very front led a large green donkey by the reins.
Half a step behind him was the Lord of the Underworld, the Lord of Fate, Wu Rong.
Neither spoke first.
Even after they passed the Hall of Yama, the old man did not stop. Only upon reaching the Hall of Jade Fate did he release the reins in his hand.
He said calmly, "I had thought the intelligence was exaggerated. Unexpectedly, both the intelligence and the sect underestimated you. The Underworld is no small power."
"And this is no minor conflict."
Meng Jushi's expression remained unchanged, yet anyone could hear the gravity in his words.
Not far away, Yu Shen suddenly furrowed his brow. They should have discovered the envoys from the Myriad Dharma Sect earlier, rather than allowing them to observe the city freely.
With such a glimpse through a tube to see a leopard, any cultivator who was not slow-witted could keenly perceive the Underworld's potential.
At that thought, he cast a sidelong glance at Ru Cang.
Elder Qiu was absent; he had returned to the sect.
Tai Jing, meanwhile, had no great reaction. This had been settled long ago.
The other Great Sages appeared rather constrained.
The old man before them was unfathomable.
Judging by the Prefecture Lord's attitude, the other party's cultivation was likely far above theirs.
"Senior flatters us. In the eyes of the whole world, the Underworld is still insignificant." Wu Rong cupped his hands slightly, his expression composed.
The green donkey snorted with laughter as it sized up Luo Du Daoist Lord, who had spoken. Young in years, steady in bearing, he possessed the air of a great cultivator.
Yet it did not think