"Duolu River... the former land of the Netherworld King..."
The heavily armored man sitting cross-legged at the center of the lake murmured these poignant words softly, and slowly stood up.
The water rippled.
The invisible barrier around him started to disperse.
Jia Wei leisurely walked toward the lakeshore.
"Sir, the elders of the Holy Hall are all concerned about the safety of the Blessed Son. He is now deep in the dark domain, and it's highly possible that he might be plagued by nightmares or face unknown dangers."
The old servant bent forward and bowed, speaking cautiously: "It seems that... you are not worried?"
"..."
Jia Wei stepped onto the lakeshore, stood slightly still, and then exhaled lightly.
