The sky had already darkened, and midnight was near.
Wang Junze, accompanied by Ji Liuyun and Peng Ru, had reached the vicinity of the Nether Sea's shore. They just needed to wait until after midnight to be able to disembark.
Now, sitting on the Netherworld Flying Ship, they quietly adjusted their state, making final preparations.
"Young master, will my senior and junior sisters be implicated?"
This question had been on Peng Ru's mind for a long time, and now that the time of departure had arrived, she could no longer hold back from asking.
"As long as my identity isn't exposed, there shouldn't be any immediate danger."
After a brief pause for thought, Wang Junze answered softly, "In the eyes of others, I am Ye Piaoling, a ruthless Demon Cultivator. To them, your fellow disciples are just my playthings; no one would think I care about these playthings."
