The breathing inside the shop suddenly grew rapid. Everyone wore expressions of shock and yearning, each imagining the peerless bearing of the Ming Emperor. Yue Qianchou merely swallowed to moisten his parched throat and asked with difficulty:
"Could it be that Bi Changchun was killed by the Ming Emperor?" Ya Fuzi slowly shook his head. "If he had truly been killed, the situation in the Netherworld would not be so tense... That man's methods were indeed remarkable. Though he could not withstand even three moves from the Ming Emperor,
he still stubbornly endured the Ming Emperor's pursuit and luckily fled into the Netherworld's boundless Dark Forbidden Land. Had that mysterious Dark Forbidden Land not been something even the Ming Emperor feared, blocking the Ming Emperor's pursuit,
how could the enraged Ming Emperor have spared him? Bi Changchun would surely have died." Yue Qianchou's eyes lit up. He forcibly restrained his excitement and asked in a suppressed voice, "So Bi Changchun did not die at the Ming Emperor's hands, but
ultimately escaped?" "You could say that!" Ya Fuzi pondered. "But whether he lived or died is unknown. It is said that before Bi Changchun fled into that mysterious forbidden land, he had already suffered extremely severe injuries at the Ming Emperor's hands.
Besides... just think, even the Ming Emperor halted before that strange mysterious place and dared not enter. There must be some terror within it unknown to outsiders. Bi Changchun barged in while grievously wounded; I fear his hope of survival was slim." Damn it... Yue Qianchou's mouth
twitched speechlessly. This old fellow had tossed his heart about like a little boat amid furious waves, rising and falling—one moment showing him hope,
the next shattering it, as easily as blowing soap bubbles. Was this a game? "Since that man had