The moment the Eastern Ghost Emperor spoke, his three brothers gave him strange looks. What was wrong with their leader? But Qin Fen was the head of the Underworld, the ruler of death, and they, too, held divine offices in the Underworld. If they openly fell out with him, they would be the ones to suffer. With Huang Feihu, Great Emperor Fengdu and their second-in-command, absent from his post, they had far less support.
So the other three Ghost Emperors kept quiet, leaving their leader to handle things while they waited to see what happened.
"I haven't decided yet!" Qin Fen said bluntly.
The Ten Yama Kings' eyelids twitched. Ksitigarbha remained silent, while the Four Great Yin Spirits obediently sat down, all inwardly shouting, Boss, you really do whatever you please!
There was nothing they could do. This was Chef Qin's turf, after all. He could do whatever he wanted. Never mind wasting their time-even if he dragged everyone into a meeting and accomplished absolutely nothing, it would be no big deal.
But the Eastern Ghost Emperor couldn't afford that. You haven't decided? By the time you do, I'll have fucking crapped myself! His anxiety made his lower body feel dangerously loose, as though he could no longer hold it in. He hurriedly clamped his legs together, his facial muscles tightening into a deadly serious expression. He swallowed hard and pressed both hands firmly against the table!
That was close! Looking at Qin Fen, the Eastern Ghost Emperor felt an urge to kill him. But then another thought struck him. I can't beat him, can I? Indeed, Qin Fen had already reached the nirvana tribulation and become a Half-Step Saint. Never mind him-not a single Imperial Lord in the Heavenly Court could stand against Qin Fen.
"If you haven't decided,