Spirit City of the Underworld
General Mo Qing, who was doing everything possible in the Underworld to cultivate newcomers, was currently reviewing the files of several newly promoted Jailer Envoys in his office when he caught an unusual scent of blood in the air. No one in the Underworld knew that Gu Chen was taking the Jailer Marshal assessment, and Mo Qing was no exception. He had merely assumed that Gu Chen, as a Jailer Minister, had gone to the Zero Realm to fight.
"Xiao Qin, come in and give me a hand."
At Mo Qing's call, a young girl with large-framed glasses entered through the front door, carrying a huge stack of documents. Her hair was a mess, as though she had barely slept the previous night. She was the little girl from more than ten years ago who had accompanied Zhao Mu and the Huaxia Country team to Japan to deal with Ksitigarbha. She possessed unusual spiritual power.
More than a decade had passed, and she had now grown into a beautiful young woman.
"Dad, I sorted out all these files. I'm exhausted! I'm going home to sleep. Uncle Shenhou told me to visit him tonight. If I go there with my head all foggy, Uncle Shenhou will scold me."
"Xiao Qin, don't you smell the blood in the air?"
"Huh? The smell of blood? Now that you mention it, there is a little."
Xiao Qin had stayed up all night organizing materials, and her head was so muddled that she had failed to notice the scent.
"Pour me a glass of water, then go back and rest. It would indeed be best for Shenhou to guide your spiritual power. Learn something useful from him seriously. At the very least, you need the ability to protect yourself. Understand?"