Qin Yi and the others followed Xiao Jian to a magnificent palace.
Netherworld Holy Temple.
The guards at the entrance were all experts at the Divine Separation Stage.
The group stepped inside.
This palace was large, with the ceiling alone being over ten meters high, and the columns supporting it were carved with fierce beasts, exuding a menacing aura.
Qin Yi tugged at the corner of his mouth, thinking, even carving fierce beasts in your own home, aren't you afraid of bad luck?
Walking further in, Qin Yi looked up.
At the far end of the hall, on a high platform, a wide throne was placed.
A tall and upright man, who closely resembled Jing Wuyan, was watching them.
This should be the Hall Master of the Netherworld Hall, Jing Wangyou.
On either side of the high platform, two rows of chairs were arranged, with about twenty elders, roughly ten on each side, sitting across from each other.
These twenty or so old men should be the high-ranking members of the Netherworld Hall.
