Traveling millions of miles back into the past, Han Jun found himself in a luxurious palace, where a grand meeting was taking place. The palace chiefs and the king were gathered together.
Seated on the first decorated chair after the throne base was a purple-haired young man wearing a mask. There was a chilling air around him, as if he were an untouchable soul among others. Everyone in the palace had a worried look on their faces, and even the king was no exception.
"This king has honored you by coming all the way from hell to your low-level world. Did you summon me just to exchange pleasantries?" The masked man's voice was murderous, and the aura he emitted rooted everyone to the spot.
"Erm... Hell King," the king stammered. "We appreciate you coming here for us. We summoned you because we need your help."
The masked man slightly raised his chin, his gaze fixed on the king gesturing with his eyes for the king to speak.
