Death World

"You should leave this world now," Shennong said to He Heng, his expression grave.

"Mm, I know," He Heng replied just as solemnly.

Shennong's mouth twitched. "Knowing is one thing. You still want to hang around and refuse to leave, don't you?"

He Heng immediately shook his head with righteous indignation. "No, no, no. Don't make such assumptions about me. I'm famous for keeping my word. Since I promised the Martial Ancestor, of course I'll leave. It's just that I never promised him when I'd go. I think I can stay a little longer!"

Shennong gave him a long look. His expression remained calm, but there was a hint of something odd in his eyes. "I never realized you were so shameless."

"Good manners, righteousness, integrity, and shame—that's what Kong Qiu taught. And I argued with him back then," He Heng said coolly.

Shennong was briefly at a loss for words.

He Heng cupped his fist toward him. "I've long admired the name of the Sage Emperor. It's an honor to meet you today, and I'm delighted. But I have important business to attend to, so I'll take my leave." Before Shennong could reply, He Heng's figure vanished into the void.

I haven't stayed long enough. They want me gone? I'll drag it out and see. He Heng decided to use delay tactics against the Martial Ancestor and the others as they tried to drive him away.

He looked around. This was a deep, shadowy world, filled with a dense, dreadful aura of darkness. The sky was dim, the earth scorched black, and eerie sounds echoed everywhere. A sinister atmosphere hung over the boundless land.

This was once the central world among all the worlds in this plane: the Death World.

Of course, that was only once.

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