"Although I am trapped here, I know that the Netherworld King and Ksitigarbha have long disappeared, leaving the Netherworld leaderless, which is not a good thing, wouldn't you agree?" Ying Gou's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes burning with ambition and vengeance.
"Anyone can be the Netherworld King, except you." The Ferryman retorted sharply.
Ying Gou sneered coldly, asserting, "Back then, we ruled the entire waters of the Netherworld, the rivers, lakes, and seas, all under our command. Now, we lead the entire land, why not? The throne of the Netherworld King belongs to the strong."
"Let's talk about it once you can break the seal." The Ferryman doused him with cold water.
Ying Gou's muscles twitched in anger, a golden opportunity had slipped away in an instant. The cave fell into silence, yet neither felt awkward, as if such a debate had repeated countless times, knowing it would end in disagreement.
