The two old men were still whispering to each other.
"Hei, listen to me, there's definitely something off about this young man. Li Er, that damned dog shit, even gave him the Saint Monk's Buddhist Robes, which he respects the most."
"What is Li Er planning to do?"
"A mere mortal daring to 'Fight for Heaven' is one thing, but we have to lend him a helping hand, not knowing whether he's the fool or we are."
"Enough, enough, don't think about it too much. After the collapse of the underworld, where else can we, the Yin Gods, have any space to exist? It's only this Library built of locust rosewood that can accommodate us now."
"The final battle for the Dao has nothing to do with the two of us. Whether Li Er wins or loses, all I need is for the order of this world to be restored."
"Alas, we Yin Gods have long been rejected by the world; who knows how many Yin Gods are still out there."
