The Scholar looked on for a long while before suddenly striding with an extremely sprightly walk toward the City God Temple in the city center. As his green robe swayed, it seemed a murmur was carried on the breeze: to live is not always to delight, nor is to die necessarily to suffer.
The Scholar was none other than Lu Yu. In his sight, Hu Shengliang's soul and spirit, under the guidance of Fengjing's City God, were preparing to pass through the Divine Realm of the City God on their way to the Underworld.
At this moment, one could see the benefits of the City God. He only managed the matters of the living and the dead within his city, greatly increasing the efficiency of spirit reaping and reducing the number of lost souls and wandering ghosts due to errors in the Underworld. This was indeed a good deed for the heavens and earth as they stood.
Just then, a noisy clamor arose.
