"Yes please. Sorry to trouble you again."
Song Shi thanked him.
"This is nothing. In the Mystic Spirit Realm, everyone might often fight over messy matters, but here, we only have one enemy, and that is the demons on the other side. I hope that young friend you, can change your mindset during this time."
The Vajra Saint waved his hand.
"Alright, I understand." Song Shi nodded. He also felt that this place was different from ordinary cultivation worlds. They were not so prejudiced and were more friendly to each other.
The Vajra Saint transformed into a beam of light and escaped. Old Tang, who was beside him, smiled and said, "I just received news that we want to add a new member here. Little Friend Song, right?"
"How should I address you, sir?"
"I'm Tang Mu from the Logistics Hall, commonly known as the Funeral Hall. You can call me Old Tang."
"Funeral Hall?"
