"Hmph." Xue Ren's displeasure was evident instantly as he glared coldly at White Impermanence.
In the Era of Dharma Extinction, the Netherworld was empty. This Yin Ghost, having gleaned the ways of White Impermanence from somewhere, had cultivated over the years and achieved some climate. Unfortunately, after being appointed as the Great Commander by the Ghost King, he spent all his days scheming against other commanders, which was quite annoying.
Xue Ren had long been loyal to this Yin Ghost, hence he usually indulged him. Now, however, he seemed like a fool who couldn't differentiate between public and private matters, certainly not as clever and sensible as the human cultivators who considered the bigger picture.
"Alright." Xue Ren said decisively, "Let's first break through the Paperman workshop, capture the Ghost Mother, and then we'll settle the rest."
White Impermanence retracted his long tongue, bowed, and retreated silently.
