Li Xiang hid nothing.
He took a deep breath and recounted everything in detail: how he had slipped into the procession of departed souls, how he had lain low in Wangsi City Outer City, how he had witnessed the Million Ghost Army assemble, and finally, how Qin Zhong had descended as Yin Tianzi, sweeping the entire gathering with terrifying pressure before forcibly recovering a sliver of reason at the last moment to give them a chance at survival.
"Death's Extremity Gives Birth... Yin-Yang Coexistence..."
"Great-Grandmother's Ten Thousand Graves Weeping Blood Birth Formation..."
As Li Xiang spoke, Hong Tianbao's expression shifted unpredictably.
At times he looked shocked, at times enlightened, and at times a horror he could not conceal seeped through.
"No wonder... no wonder even Uncle-Master Ye couldn't see through that boy's fate..."
Muttering to himself, Hong Tianbao dropped heavily into the Grand Tutor Chair.
He remembered how Qin Zhong had looked when he first joined the martial arts hall in Riverside, that irrepressible pure yang energy, and the brute strength that seemed impossible to exhaust.
"So he was made a vessel for Yin Tianzi's descent from the moment he was born!"
"The scale of this person's scheme knows no bounds!"
Ye Qingyao also drew a sharp breath.
"Junior Brother, did you just say Qin Zhong hasn't been completely assimilated by the Netherworld's rules?"
Ye Qingyao seized on the crucial point in Li Xiang's account. "He still has a living person's reason? He wants us to save him?!"
"Yes." Li Xiang nodded firmly.
He looked at Hong Tianbao and Ye Qingyao. "Senior Brother said he only has two hours of lucidity each day."
"He doesn't want to be that cold, unfeeling Netherworld Overlord. He wants to be human."
"So he left us one last path to break out of this