"My mood hasn't been very good lately."
The leader of Hell's Gate sat atop a boulder, the mountain wind stirring his long hair and the hem of his robes. His handsome face remained calm.
No mountain was too high, no path too treacherous to stop a cultivator.
A tall, lean figure rode the wind up to the summit. He wore a Yama Mask, and within the grim white gateway emblazoned upon its forehead were the blood-red words "King Song."
"Why is that?" He stopped at an appropriate distance and asked, his voice carrying a sense of strength.
King Qinguang, the only Yama to reveal his true face, gazed leisurely at the layered mountain ranges in the distance. His tone was casual. "Because someone owes me a debt—a very large one—but has no intention of repaying it."
"You could capture him, subject him to every torture imaginable, and torment him viciously," King Song said. "Or you could leave this matter to me. I only charge a ten-percent handling fee."
Yin Guan turned to look at him. "Such a bargain?"
"You're the boss!" King Song said.
Yin Guan sighed softly. "Can't catch him. That fellow ran too far away."
"How far could he have gone?" King Song sounded relaxed. "Isn't this what we do?"
"Probably in the Source Sea," Yin Guan said.
King Song could no longer stay relaxed. He gave a dry laugh. "That is quite far."
"Looks like you were serious," Yin Guan said.
King Song was utterly baffled. "Serious about what?"
"Going to the Source Sea to collect my debt."
It truly sounded like a joke, but Yin Guan said it with complete seriousness.
Without another word, King Song summoned a whirlwind around himself. It forced aside the lock placed upon him and carried him soaring upward in a