It's said that the inland is packed with all sorts of talented and eccentric figures.
"Young man, wait up."
When Netherworld King and the other two heard this voice, they looked over toward its source.
An old man, face covered with wrinkles.
His hair was already white and wild, falling everywhere without care.
His eyes were extremely small—if you didn't look closely,
you'd think he had them closed.
But those eyes left a very deep impression on Netherworld King.
Inside those cloudy eyes, there was nothing but murk.
Yet, amidst that murkiness, a flash of divine light lingered.
Just like a beam from a lighthouse breaking through layers of night fog on the ocean.
When he was certain the old man was staring at him,
Netherworld King pointed at himself and asked, "Are you calling me, sir?"
The old man nodded with a smile, then slowly waved his hand and said, "Come over, young man. I've got something here you'd definitely be interested in."
