"Yitian, we're going to the underworld today. Grandma needs to rest and replenish some of her magical power." Grandma came over and told me.
I hurried to set up the Borrowed Path Formation in the pavilion. After reversing yin and yang, I descended into the underworld.
The underworld here was surrounded by mountains. We had come several times before. Grandma released Grandpa Baishun, Mother, and Broom Star, and they did everything they could to recover the strength everyone had lost earlier.
I didn't dare disturb them. In silence, I set up a large Yin-Gathering Formation nearby, then opened the cloud-patterned box that could replenish yin energy and used it to restore them.
Grandpa Baishun was delighted. He nodded vigorously at me. "Good lad, this move is far more powerful than Zhou Ying's. Blood robes and Dao lineage essence are excellent, but they're still not as pure as this."
Mother looked at me with a broad grin. She took out a whetstone, placed the woodcutter's cleaver on it, and began sharpening it with a rasping sound, licking her lips as she watched.
Chills rose all over me, and I couldn't help edging closer to Grandma. I didn't know Broom Star's real name, but he was over fifty and still looked just as unreliable. His manner had the air of a disillusioned middle-aged man—like the foot-picking uncles people joked about online.
Once I got closer, I discovered that aside from his shabby sword, he wasn't even wearing shoes. His filthy appearance made him look utterly down-and-out.
"Yitian, don't judge me by how I look. When I was alive, I was a wealthy young master who viewed money as dirt, yet I loved robbing the rich to aid the poor. I donated all my money before I died, which is why I ended