The atmosphere froze, and it became oppressive and deathly silent.

“I apologize for the offence earlier, we didn’t know Nether Spring Grand Emperor was here. I’m Cui Ruyin, I hope that Grand Emperor can let us off out of consideration for my clan’s ancestor.” The white haired boy broke the oppressive silence, and his clear voice shook through the heavens and the earth.

“The Cui Clan’s ancestor? Hmph! Presently, the Punishment Bureau is covered in a foul atmosphere and endless internal strife, and it’s all because of dirty trash like all of you. Even a divine artifact like the Netherworld Disk couldn’t be protected. If I didn’t have important matters to attend to, I’d want to go ask Cui Zhenkong if he intends to offer up the Punishment Bureau to others.” The low and deep voice resounded out once more, and it carried an oppressive imposing aura.

Cui Zhenkong!

The Cui Clan’s ancestor, a supreme expert that lived in seclusion. It was precisely with his presence that the Cui Clan still firmly controlled the Punishment Bureau while under a situation of ceaseless internal strife.

Since that voice dared to directly address Cui Zhenkong by name, it caused Cui Ruyin and the others to be even surer that the owner of the voice was undoubtedly the Nether Spring Grand Emperor Qi...