Empress Pingxin's Sigh, the Zixiao Palace Banquet Stirs the Netherworld, White Crane Boy's Frustration: Where Are the Saints?

Netherworld, Underworld Bureau.

Inside a simple grand hall.

One figure sat in a chair drinking tea, while another hunched figure stood in the open space with a respectful posture. "Your Majesty, there is something this junior does not understand."

"What is it?"

Pingxin glanced at her.

Though she understood why the other woman had come, she did not point it out.

"Your Majesty, the Heavenly Emperor somehow stole a token and privately opened a passage to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. He is plotting for personal gain, sending those fragments of his Primordial Spirit into the Six Paths of Reincarnation. There may be many problems with this. Why did you not stop him?"

Meng Po seemed rather anxious and hurriedly pressed the matter.

Looking at her, Pingxin suddenly let out a deep sigh. "Sigh... I originally thought you had become mature enough to set aside that tedious duty and take up a post in the Underworld Bureau."

"But now that I think about it, you will have to keep doing it."

"Come see me again when you understand what happened today."

"Go back."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Pingxin continued drinking her tea and ignored Meng Po.

Meng Po was anxious and helpless. Gritting her teeth, she did not leave.

Instead, she remained where she was and demanded, "Empress Pingxin, you had me work at the Bridge of Helplessness to accumulate Merit. All these years, I never dared slack off. I worked diligently for your ideals and ambitions, to preserve the stability and fairness of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and prevent them from becoming tools for those with ulterior motives!"

"But today, I saw the Six Paths of Reincarnation being used by the Heavenly Emperor for some hidden scheme."

"And you simply ignored it."

"How is that fair?!"