Without that hood over his head, Li Changshou truly would not have recognized him. He was actually the famed Netherworld Ox-Head.
Who was this "Ox-Head," one might ask?
An ancient poem had once praised him:
Yan Qingtian dwelled within the Netherworld, iron-faced and impartial, discerning loyalty from treachery.
Judges and Underworld Emissaries aided him, while Ox-Head and Horse-Face stood at his side.
The "Ox-Head" and "Horse-Face" mentioned in this poem were the Netherworld Soul Reaper Emissaries Li Changshou had been quite familiar with in his previous life, their fame essentially on par with Black and White Impermanence.
In Li Changshou's hazy memories, there had even been a noodle shop near his childhood home called "Ox-Head Horse," and its food had been quite good!
But that aside...
The famous Ox-Head and Horse-Face were really just two Wu Tribe experts forcing it with hoods over their heads?
The Wu Tribe really had something going for them.
While sighing inwardly, Li Changshou continued watching the changes in the situation.
Things had escalated to the point of rolling up sleeves and sharpening blades. The Netherworld Emissaries had indeed acted arrogantly and seemed intent on provoking trouble, but Venerable Wangqing's stubborn refusal to yield was also a factor.
For little ghosts like this Emissary Junior General, if one simply spoke a few pleasant words and let him feel respected, he would not make things too difficult.
Furthermore, Li Changshou and the others had come to the Netherworld to call in favors and use the back door. This could entirely be classified as "interfering with the normal operation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation," so they had not been in the right to begin with.
Just as the two sides were about to fight, the Netherworld's lightweight expert, "Ox-Head," appeared, and Sect Master Ji Wuyou became