"Once the fissure opens, the ghosts of the Netherworld will run rampant through Jiu State. When that happens, countless ghosts will parade at night, and all living beings will suffer terribly. Isn't that grave and significant enough?"
The True Love Taoist questioned, paused, and then pointed towards the wooden figure, Wu Yiyu, at his side:
"If you're still not at ease, you can look at him."
"What about him?"
"The eldest disciple of Xuankong Pavilion, the only successor designated by the Pavilion Master, walking with me speaks for itself, doesn't it?"
The True Love Taoist chuckled:
"Think about it, Xuankong Pavilion, being the leader of the righteous path, is helping us. That alone means that what we're doing must definitely align with the interests of Jiu State. It's devoid of selfishness, allowing us to gain support and endorsement, right?"
