On the boundless Sea of the Netherworld, two small boats drew closer and finally stopped three meters apart.
Lanling was dressed in black robes.
The other, wearing white robes.
Lanling was exceptionally handsome, while the other was rather plain.
He remembered the words of the Demon Prison Manager, the Emperor E Yun was truly unremarkable back then.
Then, the two of them just stood across the three meters, silent and wordless!
The two were strangers, having never met, but shared an exceedingly intimate relationship, akin to father and son, with a connection of inheritance as both were masters of Yao Xing.
"Emperor E Yun, Your Majesty?" Lanling asked.
The other remained silent, not even a flicker in his gaze, expressionless as if sculpted. Or rather, more like frozen.
After a good while, his eyes gently turned, and gradually his expression began to revive.
Exhaling a long breath, he said, "Countless years have passed…"
