Whoosh—
The wind swept through the corridor, stirring from outside the small building, ruffling the hanging cloth strips and the bells that dangled at the entrance, ringing softly with the breeze.
The atmosphere seemed to fall into a deathly silence at that moment.
Ji Moli was clad in mysterious black armor, his deep, dark eyes revealed a hint of bewilderment, which gradually dissipated, returning to their profound darkness.
"The State Preceptor is right. I am the King Ping Luan of the Great Vista... I merely restore order from chaos, how could... I destabilize the Great Vista's nation?"
Ji Moli spoke in a low voice, his tone hoarse, carrying an air of inevitability.
The old man in cloth looked at Ji Moli, chuckled faintly, and continued to focus on the documents concerning the Underworld on the table.
These were the information he had gathered from Qianyuan Taoist City regarding the Underworld, a matter he valued greatly.
