The sky was dark, as if it was going to be night. At first, Yan Xiaosi thought that it was because of the weather, but when she found out that it was the Netherworld, she understood.
"I heard that there's no day in the Netherworld. Is that true?" Yan Xiaosi asked the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord shook his head. "I don't know. I've never been here."
The way they had come was already filled with a new fog. On both sides of them were forests covered in fog. The path in the middle was winding, as if it led to a canyon. The two of them walked for a while. Suddenly, the Demon Lord untied Yan Xiaosi's small basket and carried it on his back.
Yan Xiaosi hummed a tune as she walked forward. The Demon Lord looked at her heartless appearance and could not help but ask, "Aren't you afraid?"
Yan Xiaosi turned her head and looked at him strangely. "Isn't there you? Why should I be afraid?"
The Demon Lord was slightly stunned.
