The skull-faced figure was, of course, none other than the Lord of Death who ruled over the underworld. His bony fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk as the green flames within his eye sockets stared at Long Yuan.
"Do you know anything about the Underworld Palace? The fake one." The Lord of Death immediately asked without exchanging any pleasantries.
Hearing the question, Long Yuan tilted his head slightly as a faint smile crept onto his face.
"Your Excellency must be joking. Who would be so tired of living that they would dare do something like that? At most, it should only be some ignorant fools from the lower realms," Long Yuan replied casually, thinking the powerful being before him must be joking.
"Do you seriously think I am so free that I would personally come here just to joke with you?"
Long Yuan's face instantly paled. The moment he heard the question, sweat began trickling down his forehead while his heart pounded wildly in nervousness.
