To put it bluntly, even if Li Chengqian wreaked havoc in the Netherworld now, no one could fault him.
After all, his father had not died a natural death. What right did the Netherworld have to seize his soul?
So what if he wreaked havoc there?
And that was exactly how it played out. At Li Chengqian's words, King Yama, Judge Cui, and the others all froze, unable to utter a single word.
After all, he was right!
No matter where Li Chengqian took this matter, no one could say he was in the wrong.
But the crux of the problem was this: wasn't Li Chengqian, the crown prince of the Great Tang, supposed to be a mortal? Why did he now appear to be an immortal-and one whose strength was definitely far from low?
Not only had he entered the Netherworld in the flesh, but even King Yama could sense that Li Chengqian's cultivation was certainly no lower than his own.
Now they were in trouble!
At that thought, King Yama's lips twisted with bitterness.
He could not say a word, because the Hall of Yama had been in the wrong to target Li Shimin this time.
Meanwhile, seeing the scene before him, Li Chengqian immediately spoke. "I would like to ask how many years of mortal life my imperial father, Li Shimin, has left."
Helpless, Judge Cui could only look toward King Yama.
But King Yama was suffering too!
After all, bringing Li Shimin to the Netherworld this time was, plainly put, preparation for the Water and Land Dharma Assembly. They had intended to let the wronged souls of the Netherworld give Li Shimin a fright.
But now that Li Chengqian had come running over, all of that had become wishful thinking.
Frighten Li Shimin?
Bullshit!
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