"See? That's what happens when you gossip. Ah... how awful... tsk, tsk, tsk. How could it be this awful?"
Li Yichen really was rotten to the core. Everyone else had gone pale with fright, not daring to make a sound or look directly at the scene, yet he kept up his commentary as though he were broadcasting it live.
As a result, another female Kunlun disciple fainted.
Just then, the judge from earlier seemed to notice something. He frowned, then solemnly cupped his hands toward Li Yichen and the others. "May I ask which exalted immortal has graced us with a visit? Lu Zhidao pays his respects."
"Haha, Brother Lu, it's me." Li Yichen waved his hand, revealing himself.
He had met Lu Zhidao when exchanging things in the Underworld before, so naturally, they knew each other. He simply wasn't as familiar with him as he was with Black and White Impermanence, Cui Jue, and Meng Po.
Lu Zhidao looked at the people behind Li Yichen, then asked in some confusion, "Ah, Brother Yichen. What brings you to my Eighteen Levels of Hell? Are there instructions from above?" As he spoke, he pointed upward.
Li Yichen naturally understood what he meant. He hurriedly shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm just bringing some people on a tour, giving them an early look at the Eighteen Levels of Hell."
"Oh? I see." Lu Zhidao immediately caught his implication, then asked with a smile, "Would you like me to assign someone to guide you through all eighteen levels? They could explain everything in detail, too."
Li Yichen's eyes lit up. Talking to clever people really was easy.
He smiled and nodded. "Sorry for the trouble, Brother Lu."
"Oh, please." Lu Zhidao immediately waved it off. "Such a trifling matter is