As Meng Po saw it.
Ding Ling was courteous and measured, clearly not an overbearing and wanton thug!
On the contrary, she found the way Judge Cui and his ilk acted rather sneaky and underhanded. But she was alone and weak, and with the restrictions imposed by the laws, she was powerless to change the situation.
Now that Ding Ling had suddenly arrived and taken the position where Judge Cui had been sitting, Judge Cui had most likely suffered a major loss. She had no idea whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Meng Po recalled the sight of a hand suddenly appearing out of nowhere and grabbing her away in an instant, and she could not help shuddering.
She was, after all, Meng Po of the Underworld and a renowned Ghost Immortal expert. Yet before Ding Ling, she had been like a useless ant, utterly unable to resist!
Where exactly does this young hero named Ding Ling come from?
How can he be so powerful? How did he cultivate?!
Meng Po regretted not asking a few more questions just now.
She had a strong premonition.
This world would certainly undergo earth-shaking changes because of Ding Ling's arrival!
She steadied herself, ladled a bowl of Meng Po Soup from the wooden bucket before her, and poured it into the mouth of a ghost. Watching the ghost's expression gradually turn blank, she sighed and waved her hand. The soul then walked unconsciously toward the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Ding Ling asked Li Shimin several questions related to the Underworld.
Li Shimin did not know the answer to any of them.
The information about the Underworld that Li Shimin had access to was extremely limited.
Ding Ling stopped asking questions.
This made Li Shimin feel extremely uneasy.