Soul Shepherd City descending?
All along, the painter and the music master knew Zhou Xuan was crazy, but never did they imagine he could be this crazy.
Not only did King Xishan lose his composure, but the painter's expression also froze, staring blankly at Zhou Xuan.
"Great Master, you must be joking."
The music master interjected.
King Xishan also regained his senses and quickly advised, "Oh, Great Master, that Soul Shepherd City belongs to the Netherworld. If it were to descend, even Mingjiang Prefecture would be beyond rebuilding. In time, it would become a desolate and ghostly land.
All the residents would become like the dead, never to be reborn."
"What are you thinking? What I meant by descending is not a real descent."
Zhou Xuan grabbed an empty wine cup from the table, poured some wine, drank it in one go, and said, "Actually, what I intend to do is create a deception, to fool the eyes of the people of Mingjiang Prefecture."
