Standing before the palace gates, Governor Lu's legs had already begun to tremble.
He was a Venerable of governor rank and had naturally been to the Hall of Samsara. He had come once during his grand examination, but had never set foot in the Hall of Samsara again afterward.
Why?
His rank was too low.
Even if he entered Luo Capital, he would not be able to attend the Underworld's court assemblies.
Samsara, Samsara—the place where all the Yamas stood. How could a mere Second Step Venerable like him set foot there? Even Saints probably could not enter the main hall and could only wait outside.
The moment he saw the Hall of Samsara, he realized he had stirred up trouble.
Enormous trouble!
How could a mortal's memories possibly contain the Hall of Samsara?
Thud!
Governor Lu dropped to his knees and repeatedly kowtowed.
Tap.
An iron boot struck the ground.
It entered his sight.
Governor Lu stared at the black-and-crimson ritual robe, not daring to raise his head as he begged for mercy without pause. "Spare me, Yama! This lowly one failed to recognize Mount Tai before him and did not know that man bore the body of a Yama. I beg Yama to consider that this lowly one guarded the provincial seat for a thousand years and once followed the late Emperor in fighting at Abyss of Heaven. Spare this lowly one's life."
"You are a veteran?"
The voice came, hoarse and ethereal, making his spirit jolt.
Governor Lu thought carefully.
He did not know who had come—whether a Yama, an Underworld Marshal, or perhaps merely a censor. Yet no matter which it was, none was someone he could afford to offend.
No wonder that mortal had urged him not to act. He bitterly regretted not listening.
"Yes,