The White Tiger's resolute attitude far exceeded Xu Yankuan's predictions, but with matters having reached this point, he had no choice but to turn his gaze toward the dark crimson carriage.
"Honorable god..."
"Our stance from top to bottom in the Netherworld is unanimous; even if we inform Zhoujue Yin Heavenly Palace, the result would be the same.
The choice lies in your Great Xia's hands, you just need to answer with agreement or refusal."
As the Vermilion Bird finished speaking, one of the supernatural beings dressed in armor stepped forward and spoke to Xu Yankuan:
"The two honored gods need to rest, so please, Minister of Ceremonies Xu, leave first."
Xu Yankuan's expression turned ugly, but in the end, he could only grind his teeth and turn to fly in the direction of the Imperial City.
