Emperor of the Perdition City laughed heartily, "I've lived for endless ages, having experienced two eras of the Heavenly Court, I've seen what should be seen and what should not. I've concluded that the shameless always outlive those who die for face... So, whoever wants this face, take it, I certainly don't want it."
Having said that, Emperor of the Perdition City walked up to the chessboard, looked down, and clicked his tongue, "The person using the black pieces must be a fool, no?"
Upon hearing this, Nether River Patriarch subconsciously touched the hilt of his sword and asked, "What did you say?"
Emperor of the Perdition City coughed and said, "Cough, cough, a genius, truly a genius."
Seeing this, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha shook his head slightly and whispered, "Amitabha, if the beings of Hell are shameless and thick-skinned, how can I peaceably depart? Never mind, I'll stay then."
