The woman in black pursed her lips, then let out a long sigh. “Who could have imagined that an existence like the Netherworld Asura Emperor would fall in a place like this?” 

Her expression carried a trace of grief.

“All of that happened a long time ago,” said the man in Daoist robes. “As inheritors of the Deathbringer’s Netherworld Palace, we ought to carry out the palace master’s orders and bring His Excellency the Netherworld Asura Emperor’s remains back with us.”

The woman’s eyes flashed. “What then? Are we going to give him a proper burial?”

The man in Daoist robes froze, then said expressionlessly, “That will depend on what the palace master has in mind.”

The woman in black fell briefly silent, then said, “Elder Gu, even if you don’t say anything, it’s clear to me that the palace master wouldn’t have dispatched you and four Spiritual Incarnation Realm dharma protectors here just to bring the Netherworld Asura Emperor’s remains back for a proper burial.”

The man in Daoist robes frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

The woman in black shook her head. “Nothing at all. I just hope no one sees the remains of His...