Duke Cheng and his three axe strokes

When the two returned to the Netherworld, Zhong Kui was waiting there. He was rather astonished to see them appear together.

But after hearing Shen Luo and Lu Huaming recount everything they had seen and heard, his expression grew increasingly grave.

"Those crooked scoundrels actually dared to set their sights on the Jing River Dragon King. They must be tired of living." Zhong Kui snapped his folding fan shut with a crack and spoke with glaring eyes.

"Senior, this matter concerns both the living and the dead. Neither the Netherworld nor our Great Tang Government Office can afford to take it lightly," Lu Huaming said, cupping his fists.

"The Nether Realm has been unsettled everywhere lately, leaving even the ghosts on edge. It is time for a thorough crackdown." Zhong Kui narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.

Finally, his gaze swept over the two of them, his eyes full of admiration, and he continued:

"You resolved the crisis with the seal and slew that Ghost General. Your contributions were immense. All the rewards I promised earlier will be doubled as an additional reward from the Underworld Office."

"Thank you, Senior." Shen Luo and Lu Huaming exchanged smiles and cupped their fists.

After they collected their rewards, Zhong Kui sent them out of the Netherworld.

Outside the City God Temple, the sun stood overhead. It was already noon the next day.

Shen Luo and Lu Huaming walked out of the temple together, both looking exhausted.

"Brother Jia Cheng, when did you arrive in Chang'an? Why didn't you come find me?" Lu Huaming stretched as he asked.

"Brother Lu, to tell you the truth, my name isn't actually Shen Jiacheng. My real name is Shen Luo," Shen Luo said apologetically.

Lu Huaming raised an eyebrow and looked at Shen Luo in