Yu Shen looked at Master Ruzang and laughed.
With a long sigh, he said, "When I had nothing but bare walls, I feared nothing. Now that the northwest has been united and the six marquises and hundred clans have become citizens of the Underworld, I actually feel somewhat satisfied."
"Your Majesty..."
Yu Shen looked toward Wu Rong on the high seat.
After court had adjourned.
As Yu Shen walked down the long stairs, he looked at Master Ruzang with a touch of emotion. He said nothing, only patted Master Ruzang on the shoulder.
The black-robed monk Ruzang wore a rather complicated expression.
He was a disciple of the Buddhist sect. After throwing himself into Yin Heaven, was he now going to strike out and destroy the Buddhist sect's grand design?
Just as he came back to himself, Dun Yi greeted him with a genial smile. "Master Ruzang, the Lord of the Underworld has asked you to go to Jade Fate Palace."
"Alright."
Ruzang gave a bitter smile.
He arrived at Jade Fate Palace.
Wu Rong, seated above, was flipping through case files and arranging the troops of each division.
This time, the Underworld was not going to pour out in full force.
When all was said and done, the struggle against Yama Buddha still required "experts."
What counted as an expert?
One had to be at least at the Great Sage realm. Colossal warships and armies could not exert the same immense effect they had when suppressing the upper reaches of the Nether River.
"Your Majesty." Ruzang clasped his hands in salute.
Wu Rong set down the case file in his hand and waved for the attendants to serve tea.
Only then did he dismiss everyone else and say earnestly, "Master, you need not go on this journey."
Ruzang stood