Ping Yongjia asked, "What's the matter?"
Gu Qing didn't respond to him, but said to the Drifter, "The Emperor is waiting for you in the royal palace."
The Drifter blew at the black band on her forehead a few times and rolled her eyes, giving off an indignant glow. "I'm the future Underworld Emperor. But I've been summoned back and forth. Where is my dignity?" she complained.
No matter what, she still needed to go there when asked to. As the entrance of the underground tunnel was opened, she walked into it angrily. By the time she came out from it, she found herself in the bedroom of the Manor House of State Duke Lu.
Seeing the seemingly precious ceramic wares on the flowering shelf, the Drifter recalled the rumor she heard from her colleagues many years ago, a curious and expectant glow showing on her face. Feeling tempted, she extended a finger on her right hand behind her back.