Ye Ling's aura was not innate; he fought his way through the paler reality of the Immortal Realm in his previous life, stepping over endless piles of white bones.
So, whether it was Long Meng and the Ksitigarbha King or even Mahavairocana and the Three Purities here, he would remain indifferent as usual.
Hearing Ye Ling's words, the Ksitigarbha King nodded. Then he glanced at Long Meng in the air, "Friend Long Meng, do you have any objections?"
"What objections can I have? You've already decided after the Nine Tribulations spoke, and only now you ask me? I have no objections, let's do as he suggested."
"Just don't let me raise any objections later, or those household Fierce Beasts of his will come to slay me again, I won't be able to withstand them, you're really stirring up trouble."
Long Meng muttered the last sentence under his breath, while Ye Ling gave it a sidelong glance—why was this creature so talkative?
