He had just returned to his room when he saw someone sitting on the slanted window of his room.
The blood-red robe fluttered slightly in the wind.
King Qinyou, wearing a ghostly mask, watched Xu Zimei in silence.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time," he said with a hoarse voice.
"I didn't expect you to be so fast," Xu Zimei also smiled.
"When do we depart?" King Qinyou asked.
"We'll leave tomorrow, there's no rush; reaching there within three days is fine," Xu Zimei answered.
"How many strong warriors has Ancient Nether prepared for this trip to Burial Buddha Temple?"
"Three Immortal Kings, plus myself," King Qinyou replied calmly.
"Three Immortal Kings at your disposal; it seems that Ancient Nether's strength has recovered quickly," Xu Zimei commented with a laugh.
"This is the strongest force I can muster; don't think otherwise," King Qinyou quickly explained.
...
Dawn was gradually breaking.
The formerly silent streets were also gradually coming to life.
