The Harken’s voice cracked, and it swore under its breath.

Qin Ye also froze in horror. He was completely taken aback by the name he saw.

He had known of the existence of Zhao Zilong ever since the Battle of Qufu, where Ashmound City was currently located. Since then, there had been the incidents of the Hungry Ghost Festival, and then the matter surrounding the script of death, his encounter with the Daolord of the Hungry Ghost, and even this incident with the Russian Underworld and their foray into Forbidden Arts. Even then, this was well outside any of their wildest imaginations. After all, Cathay was large, but Zhao Yun was one of the Sixfold Ghost Kings. Why couldn’t they sense his Yin energy at all? And why hadn’t he contacted the new Hell to date?

Neither one of the duo had expected to come across a message left by Zhao Yun in such a place.

1962… Zhao Yun is still in this world…

This message might not seem like much, but it represented one crucial fact.

And that was the fact that Zhao Yun had likewise escaped the great collapse of Hell, and he hadn’t been whisked off into paradise with the ascension of Lord Ksitigarbha!

Who was Zhao Yun? He was practically an unparalleled existence across Hell in its former glory!

“The fact that he didn’t reach out to Hell, coupled with the fact that we can’t sense his Yin energy at all, both point to the possibility that something has happened to him…” Qin Ye paced about the room excitedly with his hands in the air - This is His Lordship Zhao! If I can just locate him and bring him...