In the heart of the Five Evil Realm, several carelessly placed white candles burned within the Evil God Palace, their flames illuminating the hall.
Yu Ming sat alone in a chair facing the wall, as though reflecting on or contemplating something about himself. He remained utterly motionless, sitting there for five full days.
It was not until the evening of the sixth day that the candle flames in the room began to flicker.
"Drip, drip!"
Moisture began seeping from the ceiling above Yu Ming's head. Drops of pure water fell behind his head, slowly gathering into the slender form of a woman. Her damp, delicate arms wrapped tightly around Yu Ming from behind.
"My man, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. I'm merely excited. Not long ago, I experienced defeat for the first time on the long road of my life. I'm preserving that feeling, letting it linger and reverberate within me."
"Defeat? Is there really someone capable of making you fail? I don't believe it..."
Using her five fingers, A Qin undid the buttons of Yu Ming's clothes one by one. She slipped her palm through the gaps between the opened buttons and touched his firm body.
"How did the matter Sunken Ghost Realm asked you to handle go?" Yu Ming opened his eyes and shifted the topic to A Qin's assignment.
"What else could it be? It was indeed as you said, my lord. Zhang Chen seems to have an inseparable connection with the former Ghost King. Furthermore, there was no trace of the 'King's Crest' in the ruins at the center of Sunken Ghost Realm that Azathoth had flattened."
"The 'King's Crest' is gone? Interesting. Could it be in the hands of our friend Zhang Chen?"
Yu Ming's interest was immediately stirred from the depths of his heart.