"Where is the Lord of Netherworld going? You seem to be in such a hurry, not even welcoming an old friend who comes to visit. That's not very courteous!" the Ghost King said to the Lord of Netherworld from afar.
"What wind has blown today, bringing the Ghost King and some key figures from the Ghost Race to my Jiuyou City? I wonder what brings the Ghost King here? Surely it's not just for old times' sake with such a grandiose formation," the Lord of Netherworld said with a smile, halting his movement.
But his heart was heavy with unspoken troubles. If Chu Lin were to launch an attack on the Beast Race and he couldn't make it in time, their strength was surely no match for the Beast King. He dared not imagine the possible outcome.
If the Ghost King were merely passing by, that would be best. But if he came looking for trouble, then he truly had no means to rescue him. Whether he lives or dies could only depend on fate.
