The people who ran businesses nearby and the out-of-towners who couldn't afford city housing all lived jumbled together. It wasn't just unsafe; its proximity to markets and factories meant the air was filled with the nauseating stench of rotten meat, the smell of animal carcasses, and other unidentifiable odors.
Mr. Hei was a righteous deity, and Bei Mingyuan a demon lord. In the eyes of gods and demons, the mortal realm was already filthy. Forcing them to set foot in a place like this—littered with the remnants of bloody meals and reeking to high heaven from the extreme lack of hygiene—was, frankly, a torment and a trial.
Mr. Hei was one thing. He was doing this for his partner—his brother of several thousand years—so he had no complaints. But what about Bei Mingyuan? If what Huo'er had said was true, what on earth had she promised to make this demon lord grit his teeth and bear it?
