After about two hours, Ming Gan appeared at the entrance of the temple.
"Lord." Ming Gan bowed toward the Nether God seated in the highest position.
"Have there been any disturbances among the clansmen below lately?" the Nether God asked mildly as he looked at Ming Gan.
The reason the Nether God had recalled Ming Gan was mainly to monitor the clansmen below.
After returning from their defeat last time, a rumor had somehow begun to spread that he, the current Nether God, was not a true member of the Nether Race.
Rather, he was someone from another race who had grown to maturity and remained lurking here, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.
He was even said to be vicious and malicious, deliberately allowing the Frost Race to attack without lifting a finger so that the Nether Race would be exterminated, which had led to their crushing defeat in the previous battle.
When the Nether God had first heard this rumor, he had sneered at it, believing it to be nothing but wild nonsense.
For as long as he could remember, the entire Abyssal Hell had only had two great races—the Nether Race and the Frost Race. Where could some other race have come from?
Even if a few minor races still existed in the wilderness, they were merely rabble incapable of stirring up any trouble.
Therefore, the Nether God had paid no attention to the rumor and had never bothered to investigate it.
But as the rumor continued to spread, the Nether God gradually began to take it seriously.
He feared that those minor races were secretly stirring up trouble.
Or perhaps it was all a scheme of the Frost Race. That was not impossible either.
That was why he had recalled Ming Gan and stationed him