"I'll think about a solution, and we can discuss it later,"
The assembled Ghost Immortals promptly paid their respects again:
"We shall follow your command."
The Ten Halls of Hell, countless Ghost Immortals, and Underworld Soldiers and Ghost Generals respectfully withdrew from the grand hall.
A few maids near the Netherworld Throne cautiously approached and tentatively asked:
"Underworld Emperor, please move to the side chamber..."
Li Ping'an panicked instantly:
I am not at all familiar with this place.
Li Ping'an then ordered:
"Support me as I walk!"
And so,
Li Ping'an was escorted to the side chamber by eight maids.
It was where Li Ping'an rested.
A person resembling a steward attempted to inquire:
"Underworld Emperor, what would you like for your evening meal..."
Li Ping'an steadied himself and with a calm and collected air, sat down in the chair and spoke indifferently.
"The usual."
"Yes, Underworld Emperor."
