The Messenger Netherworld Envoy let out a howl, and the grand hall immediately fell silent.
These distinguished guests instinctively slowed their breathing, devoutly kneeling on one knee.
Yu Nianzhao and Xie Jiuxiao exchanged a glance, casually sitting in their seats, quietly observing everything.
On both sides of the hall, the so-called seven Netherworld Envoys appeared one after another.
They each wore masks of Black and White Impermanence, Oxhead and Horseface, Night Patrol Deity, with only a petite female dressed as an old woman, donning the mask of Meng Po.
The lights in the hall dimmed for an instant, amidst sparks and lightning, a black figure descended from the sky, accompanied by billowing smoke and a green glow, a man wearing a King Yan mask landed steadily on the ground.
Quite a convincing act, at first glance it truly feels like one is in the underworld.
"Hail King Yan!"
