Yu Xuanbing felt as if he had been mistreated.
Whether before entering the Netherworld or after, this was the first time he had received such a task. If he had known beforehand about this kind of job, he would not have agreed, but since it had already happened, he endured it.
He consoled himself well enough, thinking this was the last task of his life; from now on, there would be no 'Yu Xuanbing' in the Cultivation World.
After the storm in Dazhi City passed, the streets gradually became lively again, and the two people inside the hall, stripped bare, also settled down.
The Red-clothed Woman, with her long hair spread out, exuded a different kind of charm. She lay sideways with one leg half-entwined with the man, tracing lines on Shi Chun's chest with her pointed index finger, connecting beads of sweat into a line, while her gaze occasionally glanced at the bracelet on Shi Chun's wrist.
She asked indifferently, "Where is the ring I gave you?"
