Martial Mansion.
Underground.
"Taoist Brother Fusheng? Are you ready?"
Forced to adopt a dignified demeanor and communicate with the celestial position, with a reflection of a green lotus behind him, Emperor Tang asked in puzzlement.
Zhang Fusheng slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile:
"It's ready."
The illusory green lotus quietly dissipated.
Emperor Tang, somewhat at a loss, asked in confusion:
"What just happened? I... I seemed to feel gazes from unknown places staring at me."
Zhang Fusheng waved his hand with a smile:
"It's nothing. I went to call for reinforcements."
The part of the altar he had just established, which connected him and Emperor Tang, was 'one-way'.
Naturally, he didn't let Emperor Tang see the people and happenings in the bamboo grove.
"Reinforcements?"
Emperor Tang became somewhat interested:
"Where are the reinforcements from? Can they break the Yama Hall pressing above us?"
