"Still want to take a gamble?" Dong Qianqiu examined Du Yu's injuries irritably. "You keep gambling with your life at the drop of a hat. Do you know how worried that makes people?"
"Ah!" Du Yu suddenly remembered something. He hastily closed his eyes and checked on Zhongli Chun.
"Little Zhongli, how are you?"
Zhongli Chun looked a little weak, but nothing was seriously wrong. She smiled faintly and said, "It's all right, Du Yu. I'm just a little tired."
Du Yu examined Zhongli Chun and found that her soul indeed showed no signs of dissipating. Relieved, he opened his eyes again and called out:
"Yingning, Yingning, how are you?"
Yingning also gave a feeble smile. "I'm fine. I'm doing pretty well."
Du Yu carefully inspected the writing brush as well. Only after confirming that it was undamaged did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Dong Qianqiu watched from the side, utterly bewildered. "Du Yu, what are you doing?"
Du Yu smiled wryly. "Too many kids. Bear with me, bear with me."
"Everyone!" Cui Jue suddenly spoke up from a short distance away. "Please hear me out."
Everyone silently turned to Cui Jue. If no one stepped forward to mediate, there really would be no way to resolve the current situation.
"Though today's events were a farce, we've also gained quite a bit. At least we now know that the Eastern Peak Great Emperor of Mount Tai spoke the truth. It's time to put an end to this matter." Cui Jue looked around at everyone. "What we ought to do now is unite the Yamas and Ghost Emperors and use the entire Underworld's resources to discover who is pulling strings behind the scenes."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
But Du Yu remained deep in thought. He kept feeling that this