Sun Wukong truly lived up to his reputation as the one who had once made a scene in the Underworld. Wherever he went, all the officials there treated him with deference. Even at the gates of the City of the Wrongfully Dead, the guards greeted him respectfully.
Normally, no one but Wandering Souls was allowed into the City of the Wrongfully Dead. Even if a Kami wanted to enter, they would need to inform King Yama first. But Sun Wukong had that kind of privilege.
He led Ye Chen straight into the city. The guards at the gate had wanted to stop Ye Chen, but when Sun Wukong glared at them, they immediately wilted like eggplants hit by frost.
"Kid, where are those two?" After Sun Wukong entered the city, Ye Chen stepped up beside him. He looked around at the Wandering Souls and suddenly spotted the two old people who had lived lonely lives.
"Over there." Ye Chen pointed toward the two old people, and as soon as Sun Wukong saw them, he led Ye Chen over.
Along the way, every Wandering Soul sensed the powerful Demonic Aura emanating from Sun Wukong. To them, it was like a tonic. If any of them could absorb even a couple of breaths of it, they would surely become Ghost Immortals at once.
But many Wandering Souls had been shrewd even when they were alive. Seeing Sun Wukong stride in so boldly, they knew the monkey and the person behind him were no ordinary visitors. So none of them dared approach.
Of course, where there were sensible Wandering Souls, there were also foolish ones. Following close beside Sun Wukong, Ye Chen noticed several Wandering Souls growing restless after sensing the Demonic Aura around him.
"Just walk on. They wouldn't dare do anything,"