The White Candle on the table emitted a dark green glow.
"Mm... I think you make a lot of sense, so I've decided not to wait any longer. I'll grab a bucket and run tomorrow."
After crossing his arms and pondering for a moment, Bai Zhi nodded in wholehearted agreement.
"This Yin Emperor thing is obviously a high-risk profession. It totally sucks. Whoever wants to be one can go be one. Thanks for the reminder, thank you very much."
"...I meant that was in the past. The war is already over."
"I know, but couldn't it make a comeback at any time? So I think it's better to run sooner rather than later."
"..."
After a brief silence, the Pink Haired Girl sighed to herself as she looked at the completely impervious person before her.
"Fine, let's be direct. What exactly will it take for you to be willing to fulfill your duties as the Yin Emperor?"
The Ruler of the Dead's assessment had been far too one-sided. Bai Zhi was not the sort of person who would be swayed by such a flawed and loophole-ridden account.
Even if what the other party had said was indeed true, under such an extremely brutal environment, simply managing to hold on to the Underworld had already been quite impressive.
What was the most important thing in the Underworld?
Not those buildings, not the Nine Springs, nor the Naihe Bridge or King Yama's Hall... but the inheritances that had been preserved.
The inheritance of professions, the inheritance of Core Talents.
These surviving inheritances were the true foundation of the entire world.
Despite the Underworld being so severely damaged, a considerable number of its most important inheritances had still been preserved intact.
—As the Eighth Generation Yin Emperor, he deserved much of the credit