The instant he appeared, Lady Pingxin, whom Houtu had become, appeared beside him.
Lady Pingxin spoke calmly. "What brings you here, Lord Fate? Surely you would not visit the temple without a cause, much less somewhere as remote as the Netherworld Office."
The Lord of Fate said candidly, "I have come to take some of the Netherworld Office's Origin. My Transformation is imminent. All I lack is the Ghost Realm's Origin, and then everything will be complete."
Lady Pingxin immediately fell silent. She had never imagined that the Lord of Fate could be so brazenly rude.
Every little bit of the Ghost Realm's Origin lost would inflict immense harm upon the entire Ghost Realm.
She had endured a thousand hardships, forsaken her Witch Clan body, and transformed into the Netherworld Office when the Witch Clan needed her most. Only after paying a price that had nearly cost the entire Witch Clan had she found this place where her people could survive.
Yet this Lord of Fate wanted to take the Netherworld Office's Origin with a few casual words.
It was nothing but a fool's dream.
When had she, Houtu, ever suffered such an insult?
"You arrogant fool! You think the likes of you can obtain the Netherworld Office's Origin? Today, I'll make sure you come here and never leave!"
Houtu's aura surged, and she immediately moved to fight the Lord of Fate to the death.
Her actions utterly bewildered the Lord of Fate.
In his eyes, it was only a little Origin, nothing worth worrying about.
How could he have known Houtu would react so fiercely?
Moreover, within the Netherworld Office, Houtu had the Earthly Dao's support.
Even with the Lord of Fate's strength,
he could do nothing to Lady Houtu.
After exchanging several blows, the Lord of Fate realized