Outside Yunmeng Marsh.
Huang Que was at his wits' end.
"What is wrong with you people from the Nine Prefectures? How did you let the Nine Nether people get inside?"
"Don't just stand there without a word. Give us a straight answer-can the Nine Prefectures open the barrier or not?"
"What are you still waiting for? What exactly are the Nine Prefectures waiting for? Lives are at stake!"
Listening to the furious accusations of the people before him, Huang Que felt as though his head were about to explode. His Spirit Pet, the little black bear, trembled as it clutched his trouser leg and hid behind him.
But there was nothing he could do either.
There were only two ways to enter the immortal abode ruins.
The first was the ancient Teleportation Array at the entrance to the ruins.
The second required a Spirit Refining Realm cultivator to act personally, forcibly cleaving open the ruins' barrier at the cost of depleting their cultivation.
But there were still three days before the ancient Teleportation Array opened. How could these people wait that long?
As for Spirit Refining Realm experts, even the Nine Prefectures would have to pay an enormous price to enlist such beings. They would hardly act lightly.
I hope the higher-ups settle on a price soon. Otherwise, if anything happens to the disciples inside, the Nine Prefectures' reputation may be dragged through the mud.
Huang Que fretted inwardly.
He had just received word from above that the Nine Prefectures were indeed seeking someone's help, but because they had yet to agree on a price, that person still had not come.
"My young friend Huang Que."
Just then, a middle-aged Confucian scholar approached Huang Que.
"Y-you are?"
Huang Que did not recognize the man.
"I am Jing Yun, Vice Palace