After hearing Uncle Wei's words, everyone fell silent for a long while. Understanding gradually appeared in their eyes as they gained a more concrete grasp of the Restricted Zones.
Then the crowd grew lively again.
"Elder Wei, what do the Restricted Zones look like?"
"Uncle Wei, are there really beautiful female ghosts in the Restricted Zones?"
"Uncle Wei, what are the Eighteen Levels of Hell like...?"
"..."
Uncle Wei had never had children. Looking at the youngsters in the Underground City was like looking at his own descendants, and he answered their questions one by one with a smile.
Before long, a chilling aura enveloped the surroundings. Yama King had returned.
He landed in the Underground City, cupped his hands toward Jiang Chen, nodded to the other Yamas and the Dao Alliance's Sect Masters, then headed straight for the Martial Sect's encampment.
Jiang Lao had long been waiting there, sitting in his wheelchair, his aged face filled with gratification.
Thud.
Yama King knelt.
"I failed to take that bastard Zhao Gujin's head. I've let you down!"
Jiang Lao repeatedly waved his disabled hands. "Child, what are you doing? Get up. Zhao Gujin is a powerful force among us humans too. Crippling me was nothing. It's good that we didn't kill one another. You needn't feel guilty."
"I permanently severed one of his arms. A curse from a Forbidden being clings to his wound. He'll never be able to reach a higher realm for the rest of his life," Yama King said. He rose and supported Jiang Lao, then opened his palm. A ghostly white divine flower appeared, shrouding the entire Underground City in a layer of wondrous, cold radiance.
"This is a Netherworld Flower. It can protect the soul and reforge the body. Forgive me, Jiang Lao."
Jiang Lao still