Su Yi rubbed his forehead.

Any “favor” the simply-dressed man asked of him would be no trivial matter.

More importantly, he’d come to the City of the Wrongfully Dead to save Little Leaf from confinement, not to deal with the mysterious faction subordinate to the Netherworld King.

It was then that the simply-dressed man suddenly said, “Fellow Daoist, if I’m not mistaken, you’ve come to Snowy Skies City on account of Miss Ye Yu.”

Su Yi didn’t find it at all strange that the Night Watchman had inferred this. After all, back then, he and Little Leaf had explored the City of the Wrongfully Dead together.

The simply-dressed man said, “The changes to the Dark Capital are connected to the Mysterious Netherworld Divine Court.”

Su Yi’s gaze intensified. “Were they the ones who destroyed the Yin-Yang Road?”

“That’s right.” The simply-dressed man nodded.

“What did they hope to achieve?” Su Yi was a bit confused.

After a moment’s silence, the simply-dressed man said, “They’re gathering the blood of Emperors, stripping them of their Daos and harvesting their souls as an offering to the Netherworld King.”

Su Yi’s eyebrows rose. “They’re using the Dark Capital’s...