The Nether Master showed no reaction.
He neither gazed thoughtfully at Jing Jiu's face and agreed to his request, nor spat into the Abyss.
"When wild grass catches fire, it will inevitably set the plains ablaze. Once all the ordinary people in the Mortal World are dead, the Netherworld will surely be next."
Jing Jiu asked, "Does Taiping's wild ambition not trouble you?"
"To speak with such ease without a stitch on, and to cross a river of magma this hot-I truly am curious just how thick your skin is."
Looking at his lower body, the Nether Master said earnestly, "The Nether Emperor's Seal is actually in the hands of someone like you. That troubles me rather more."
Only then did Jing Jiu remember that, to keep prolonged immersion in magma from ruining his already dwindling supply of white robes, he had taken off his clothes before entering the Lava River.
Without a stitch on-that was how he looked at that moment.
Then he recalled that when he had first met the Nether Emperor in the Demon-Suppressing Prison, he had not been wearing clothes either.
He really did seem to clash with the Netherworld. Choosing not to go down himself, but to have the Nether Master send the person up instead, appeared to have been right.
As Jing Jiu thought about this, he had no intention of taking out clothes and putting them on.
Since this state made the Nether Master uneasy, it was better to remain this way if he wanted to persuade him.
Just then, he suddenly felt a faint tremor beneath his feet and turned to look upstream along the Lava River.
Countless waves suddenly rose in the Lava River, roaring toward the vast transparent wall from the distance. Farther away, a tremendous wave like a long