When Anhe arrived at the Broken Pear Palace, she was too late. The palace was already deserted, with only the pear trees that bloomed eternally, their delicate white blossoms dotting the branches.

She knew from the beginning that Pei Ju would choose the Broken Pear Palace after his ascension, but every time she saw the carefully tended pear blossoms in the palace, she felt an indescribable tightness in her heart.

He was so concerned about everything related to that person. She had already asked people to keep an eye out for news from the main hall and not to let Pei Ju know, but he still found out and ran around recklessly again, disregarding his health.

Anhe pursed her red lips, her beautiful eyes filled with resentment.

In the perpetually dark underworld, wandering spirits and little devils bustle about, while Yama and the judges are receiving the mischievous demon king from the ninth heaven.

"You just let him go like that?"

Feng Ziyi gritted his teeth, wishing he could jump up and challenge the people of the underworld to a contest of magical arts.

The judge licked the tip of his brush, which immediately became moist, allowing him to write freely on the notebook without needing to dip it in ink. He raised his eyelids and said in a nonchalant tone, "Well, what else can we do? The Underworld is not allowed to interfere with the freedom of the Human Emperor's soul. That's an old rule."

“Didn’t I ask you to keep an eye on him for me?” Feng Ziyi shouted.

Without even raising his head, Yama's voice was heavy and loud, echoing in the empty hall, "Even your father couldn't get the underworld to arrest someone for him, let alone you."

Feng Ziyi snorted a few times, clearly lacking confidence, "I didn't ask you to help me arrest him, I just asked you to keep an eye on his movements."

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, hmm~" the judge sang a little tune, deliberately trying to annoy Feng Ziyi.

Feng Ziyi had a slightly ingratiating smile on his lips. These two had practically watched him grow up, and he was only responsive to gentle persuasion. "I won't make a fuss anymore. So, can you tell me where he ended up?"

As expected, the moment he spoke softly, the expressions of the two men above, especially Yama, softened, and his loud voice echoed in the hall, "It seems he went with a demonic cultivator."

"A demonic cultivator?" Feng Ziyi was somewhat surprised.

The judge flipped through his notebook and found the record: "It was indeed a minor demonic cultivator who wasted a hundred years of cultivation to go to the underworld to find the spirit of a woman, but that demonic soul had long since dissipated and did not come to the underworld."

Did Jiang Yan become a demonic cultivator?

Feng Ziyi touched the fan in his hand, unsure of what Jiang Yan was thinking. Could it be that he had guessed that Jiang Yan was not an ordinary person and wanted to settle accounts with him later?

Jiang Yanzhi is almost demonic, with a deep and cunning mind; he might actually be cut out to become a demonic cultivator.

He hesitated before speaking, "You didn't tell him who I am, did you?"

The judge nodded. "He didn't say why he would tell someone unrelated to you about your and the God's identities."

"It's fine as long as you didn't say anything." Feng Ziyi suddenly felt inexplicably guilty. He had sent a letter to the people in the Underworld a long time ago, telling them not to reveal a single piece of information to Jiang Yan, whether it was about him or Shu Yun.

Could it be that Jiang Yan wanted to cultivate immortality but no one in the underworld paid attention to him, so he ended up leaving with a demonic cultivator?

If Shu Yun knew what he was doing behind the scenes, she would beat him to death. Wasn't he indirectly forcing her little disciple in the mortal world onto the path of demons?

Although Shu Yun didn't seem to care much about Jiang Yan, he was still a disciple of a high god, yet he became a demonic cultivator...

Feng Ziyi coughed twice, "Um... don't tell Shu Yun about this."