Qin Yang had no intention of wasting more words on this fellow fixed in Zhang Zhengyi's appearance.
And he claimed he was the Lord of the Underworld?
When he said that, he did not even have a shred of presence. At the very least, he should have lowered his chin slightly, made his gaze profound, and spoken with feigned gravity.
But this fellow's tone and posture were like he was saying, "I'm an important person."
From what Qin Yang knew of the Lord of the Underworld, even though he did not actually have a very favorable impression of him, he still acknowledged that the man was a true heavyweight.
Merely by laying out the World of the Dead, a single lie had tugged the entire world along, making it dance with him through countless years afterward. In the end, the lie had even become reality. Qin Yang truly admired him for that.
For a big shot like that, no matter how much his grandeur had fallen, he should still have been like a tiger whose might remained after death. A man might fall, but his power would not; even dead, his hair would not be messed up.
Even taking ten thousand steps back, even if the Lord of the Underworld was vastly different from the legends, he should not have differed by this much, should he?
Not to mention that ever since several hundred years ago, people had insisted that Qin Yang was the reincarnation of the Lord of the Underworld.
Now that he was dead and had come to the World of the Dead, there were still people tirelessly spreading rumors, insisting that he was the Lord of the Underworld.
Naturally, Qin Yang would occasionally and unconsciously wonder whether that possibility was real.
Even if it were, he certainly