"Everyone!" The doors of a conference hall were abruptly flung open, and a Soul Hunter level underworld emissary rushed into the hall, panting heavily as he said, "S... Something's just happened!"

The hall was filled with men and women dressed in professional attire, and everyone immediately erupted into a frenzy at the sight of the man. 

"What happened? Tell us exactly what happened! Hurry!"

"It's something to do with the Cathayan Underworld, right? It has to be them! Hurry up and tell us what happened!"

This was an ordinary conference hall filled with modern wooden high-back chairs, yet at this moment, none of the chairs were occupied as all of the Yin spirits in the hall had risen to their feet. There were Yin spirits with all types of different complexions, and they were wearing rocks around the size of an infant's fist around their necks.

The rocks were near-transparent, but there was what appeared to be smoke and mist tumbling within them. Outside the hall was inscribed the words "Witness Hall" in large, free-flowing text.

This was the hall of journalists.

Journalism in the underworld was different from that of the mortal realm. Even though there were no cameras or computers, they could use Yin energy to power the image capture crystals hanging around their necks to achieve the same effect. However, this meant that journalists had to at least be Soul Hunters, and as a result, this wasn't something that could be implemented on a prevalent basis, nor was it possible...