Xue Ye shook his head. “I have no intention of hiding anything. It’s just that even I don’t know who this senior is.”

As if afraid Su Yi wouldn’t believe him, he added, “A few days ago, this senior came looking for us. He said that he too was from the Netherworld, and that he was long acquainted with our third high elder. He hoped to borrow our power to return to the Netherworld.”

“However, when I asked about his origins and identity, he was unwilling to discuss the matter. Instead, he took out a River of Forgetfulness Command Token and said the third high elder had given it to him.” 

“The Ninth Libationer examined it personally, and said that it really was from the third high elder, and furthermore, that it couldn’t possibly be fake.”

“Then you believed him?” asked Su Yi.

Xue Ye shook his head. “At most, we only half believed him. But afterward, when he helped us make contact with Meng Po Palace, we confirmed that he was no ordinary person.”

Su Yi nodded. “Alright. If you’ve decided to leave seven days from now, I naturally have no objections.”

Xue Ye inwardly sighed in relief, then smiled. “Seven days from now, I’ll await your arrival in the Dark...