Facing Zhang Bairen's words, Chen Changsheng pursed his lips and said,
"Whether they welcome me or not, the fact is that I'm already here."
"If they're unhappy about it, they can send someone to make a move against me."
"There's no need to bring up such a trivial matter every day."
"Rather than wasting time on this, we might as well take a proper look around the Underworld."
"I also happen to want to see what the Underworld has become after all these years."
With that, Chen Changsheng turned and walked away.
Watching Chen Changsheng's retreating figure, the corners of Zhang Bairen's mouth curled upward slightly.
Because he knew that Chen Changsheng had truly admitted and corrected his mistakes this time.
The only reason he refused to say so aloud was that he was too prideful to save face.
"City of the Dead—living beings, halt!"
Before a towering city, Chen Changsheng and Zhang Bairen were stopped by two Ghost Messengers.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng said calmly, "Go in and report it. Tell them Chen Changsheng has arrived."
Chen Changsheng spoke calmly, but the two Ghost Messengers did not budge in the slightest. They merely repeated coldly,
"City of the Dead—living beings, halt!"
Faced with this, Chen Changsheng raised a brow, slightly surprised. "What, after being away for a while, has my name stopped carrying weight?"
"Do you know who I am?"
At those words, one of the Ghost Messengers said, "Naturally, we have heard of the Imperial Tutor's renown."
"But Fengdu City has its Rules. The living may not enter!"
Seeing the Ghost Messengers continue to refuse Chen Changsheng, Zhang Bairen asked curiously from the side,
"Chen Changsheng, can you even do this?"
"You can't even get into the Underworld. Your influence is getting smaller and smaller."
Hearing Zhang