On the Underworld Continent, within Yama King's Hall, after nearly two hours of discussion, everyone departed in succession, temporarily returning to their respective halls.
Before leaving, Consort Luo paused slightly and looked at the young man in plain robes within the hall. "Destiny, do not do such dangerous things again in the future."
Ning Chen was briefly stunned upon hearing this, then a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Consort Luo, I will not do anything unless I am certain of it. Do not worry."
Consort Luo fell silent. After a moment, she said softly, "Ziyi would not want you to trade your life for his, and neither would we. If anything happens in the future, you can discuss it with us. Do not always shoulder everything alone."
"Understood."
Ning Chen smiled. "I will remember that."
Consort Luo nodded, said no more, and turned to leave.
After everyone had departed, A'man emerged from the side hall. Looking at the man before her, she smiled gently. "Sister Consort Luo seems unhappy."
"Heh."
Ning Chen chuckled. "Consort Luo is the Saintess of the Eternal Night Divine Cult. She has always been far prouder than most. Over the years, she has reined in much of her sharpness, but I still remember when she came overnight to demand justice over her father's matter. That aggressive, pressing aura of hers was truly memorable."
"Time truly flies."
A'man stepped forward and gently stroked the man's cheek. "A hundred years have passed. Everything has changed."
Yin'er emerged from the side hall. Upon seeing the two of them, she hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands and muttered softly, "I did not see anything. I did not see anything."
A'man smiled and withdrew her hand, with not the slightest embarrassment on her beautiful face.
She liked him. That