Things had become troublesome. Zu Yun had set his sights on me, and this time I had become the target of everyone's attacks. The Netherworld was bound to grow restless. He wanted to come to my grotto to find me—wouldn't that be as easy as strolling around his own courtyard?
So after entering the Netherworld, I went straight to find my master.
After I gave him a rough account of what had happened, my master fell into thought as well. Then he said, "There's no escaping, but according to your description and my guess, with Zu Yun's level of cultivation, once he's injured while turning back, it won't be easy for him to recover. If he really intends to come down here looking for you, I can ask a few fellow cultivators for help. At the very least, guarding this place won't be a problem. Besides, he's originally a living-world person, so there will be many restrictions on him in the Netherworld."
"Oh, then that's good... Master, about how much time do I have to prepare?" I was truly afraid that Zu Yun would come looking for me. If he came, forget about my master and me—even with two more of my master's fellow cultivators, we'd still be fit to fill a grave.
"Two or three months at the shortest. No more than half a year at the longest," my master said with absolute certainty.
When I heard that, cold sweat broke out all over me. Two months? Wasn't that asking for my life?
Seeing that I was about to roll my eyes back, my master pondered for a moment. "Maybe... it should be half a year."
"Master! Exactly how long is it?" I knew he had shortened the time to spur me on. But becoming an Earth Immortal within