"Why is it so lively here at the Great Emperor's place today?"
Inside Yama's Fifth Hall, Dao Feng, with a changed demeanor, held a decree painted in mountain and water ink lines, and said carelessly:
"Old man, why do you care so much? Just tell me if you're going to lend it or not. If not, it's no big deal. At worst, I'll say a few nice words to that old fellow. He can't beat me to death."
"..."
King Yama was speechless.
But he simply waved his hand and, speechless with emotion, said, "I'll lend it, okay?"
Then, King Yama pointed to several officials in the hall, all of them with shoulders like tigers and waists like wolves, and said:
"You few, escort this master and choose clansmen from our branch."
In less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the entire Underworld Bureau was alarmed.
Behind Dao Feng were muscular, very robust Yin Cha of the Witch Race.
