The man on the silver warship squinted at the approaching black fog. He sensed a weak fluctuation in it. Though weak, it was apparently the Power of the Laws. It told him that the expert inside should be a Demigod or a God.
He took a sip of orange juice from the transparent glass he held in one hand. The refreshing taste as the juice rushed through his throat made him sigh in satisfaction.
"He should not be a God. How could Gods exist in such a remote place? At best, he's a Demigod."
The corner of his mouth twitched. Then, he stood up from the chair, still holding the orange juice, and walked up to the mast. He put a hand on it and stared at the black fog.
Rolling slowly, the black fog finally came before the warship.
"I am Di Ting… The Lord of the Great Netherworld." A warm voice rang out of the fog, pleasant to the ears.
