章 322: A Devil in the Fiend Prison

Hearing this, the Underworld Emperor fell silent for a long time.

He had left the Underworld when he was still young. He was deceived into coming to the human world, and then had never stepped out of the Fiend Prison.

Yet, he had experienced many remarkable events…and unimaginable sufferings.

However, all those didn't shock him as much as what Jing Jiu had just said.

Recalling what Jing Jiu had told him earlier, the deep meaning had gradually surfaced; it was something regarding his wish.

The Underworld Emperor laughed out, and raised his right hand to reach out toward a flowering tree fifty feet away.

The shapeless Soul-Fire worked like a finger, snapping away a few branches with flowers. The Underworld Emperor then held the stems with his hand and brought them to Jing Jiu.

"Break the branch when it's still blooming with flowers; Don't wait until the spring wind arrives to warm the house," the Underworld Emperor stated.