Ling Shuang's arrival made Wu E, who had been leaning against the city gate with his eyes closed in sleep, suddenly open his eyes.
He looked at Ling Shuang before him.
There was a little more gentleness in his eyes, along with a trace of respect hidden deep within.
"You're here!"
Ling Shuang looked at Wu E before her and could not help frowning.
For some reason, she always felt that Wu E seemed strangely familiar.
A faint sense of fondness even silently rose in her heart.
That feeling was very strange.
Yet she had clearly never met the person before her.
Still, she found Wu E especially pleasing to the eye.
And judging by Wu E's tone—
It seemed he had known she would come?
After pondering briefly, Ling Shuang curiously asked, "Do you know me, Fellow Daoist?"
Wu E smiled. "I'm afraid there are few people in the entire Primordial Wilderness who do not know the name of Demon Saint Ling Shuang!"
Upon hearing that, Ling Shuang fell silent.
After a while, she gently shook her head and asked again, "Then you knew I would come?"
"I did!" Wu E's answer was equally simple.
"May I ask, Fellow Daoist, why you knew I would come?"
What Ling Shuang was asking was not why Wu E had known she would come here.
None of that mattered, nor did the fondness that had suddenly arisen in her heart.
What Ling Shuang wanted to know was what exactly lay within the Underworld that had left her so distracted, with an impulse that felt almost obsessive.
Wu E understood what Ling Shuang meant.
Yet he merely smiled calmly and pointed behind him into the Underworld without turning his head.
"You'll know once you go inside, Fellow Daoist!"
Ling Shuang gave Wu E