"At last, Liangan Prefecture. This trip had been far too long!"
Inside the silent golden dragon's belly, a green-robed young man with a single horn suddenly stretched lazily and rose to his feet with a chuckle.
"Liangan Prefecture? What a coincidence."
Leian had been admiring the scenery outside. Hearing the horned young man's remark, he quickly withdrew his gaze, surprise flashing through his eyes.
Hell had five continents, each with nearly twenty prefectures. On Bifu Continent, Leian only knew of Liangan Prefecture. He had never expected his destination to be here. What a coincidence indeed.
"Alright, those of you who have reached godhood, come over. I have something good for you." The horned young man had no idea what Leian was thinking and called out loudly.
Leian and two other Lowgods rose and walked over. The other party took out three finger-sized black stones and handed one to each of them.
"These are Inkstones. Keep them safe. You'll soon learn how valuable they are," the horned young man said with a grin, offering no further explanation.
Returning to his seat, Leian fiddled with the Inkstone in his hand while wondering how many Inkstones the fine wine in his Interspatial Ring could fetch.
Since he had decided to come to Hell, how could he possibly have made no preparations? He was not Linley, able to stumble upon a Highgod artifact and never worry about Inkstones.
Back on the Yulan Plane, after much consideration, he had ultimately decided that wine was the most valuable commodity. Wars between Hell's tribes were frequent, and even god-level experts lived under tremendous pressure. Wine was therefore an indispensable form of entertainment.
Although wine produced on material planes could not compare to that of Hell, most god-level experts in the tribes were poor. Having something to drink