What would the boundary of life and death be like?
"Oh my, it's like coming home."
Gazing upon the hellish crimson cavern, Joan of Arc couldn't help but remark.
Your home is in the Underworld?
Hou Jue's expression somewhat fell apart at that.
"Zuo Wuyong is deep within the grotto."
Standing at the "doorway," the Golden Snake Lady, with the purgatory-like scenery reflected in her eyes, said indifferently, "I must maintain this door and cannot assist you."
"Come on, you can't possibly be counting on me, this good-for-nothing, right?"
Hou Jue's face crumpled completely: "Big sister, can you act a bit more normal? How could a mortal good-for-nothing like me get by in the Underworld?"
"Trouble you."
The Golden Snake Lady paid no mind to Hou Jue's breakdown, her gaze landing on the beside ecstatic Joan of Arc, she nodded at her.
"No problem."
With a slight twitch of her nose, Joan of Arc nodded, cheerfully saying, "Coming back here feels just as good as being home."
