The Ten Ghost Emperors of the Underworld Hall

Becoming an immortal meant nothing, but returning home meant a great deal. This answer seemed not to be what the National Teacher wanted to hear.

But to him, the answer no longer mattered.

When he learned Hu Ma was looking for him, he came here. He seemed curious about what Hu Ma wanted to ask him, and Hu Ma's question about "returning home" had left him unexpectedly satisfied.

He did not answer right away. His face looked even more cold and dejected. "Your Hu Family deceived me for twenty years, making all my plans come to nothing."

"The White Jade Capital plan was ruined."

"The Great Luo Dharma Sect has also expelled me."

"You destroyed my path home, and you should have been the only person I wanted to kill in these twenty years. Yet now you've come to ask me about returning home?"

He raised his head slightly and stared into Hu Ma's eyes. "Give me one reason why you think I would help answer your questions!"

Hearing this, Old Abacus beside them couldn't help feeling worried.

The killing intent in the National Teacher's eyes as he spoke did not seem feigned. The National Teacher had great abilities, but rarely killed.

He only killed when it mattered.

But when he wanted someone dead, few in this world could escape him. Admittedly, Hu Ma might not be someone he could kill, but Old Abacus was standing right there. If the two of them fought, he might get caught in the crossfire...

Hu Ma, meanwhile, fell briefly silent beneath the National Teacher's questioning. Many possible answers seemed to flash through his mind.

Perhaps he could accuse the National Teacher of running away, and say that since he owed this world, he ought to answer Hu Ma's questions?

Or say that as