Xin Huohuo had no idea that her wish had already come true.
Night had fallen. In their human forms, Black and White Impermanence were right there in her house. Through the golden eye formed by the Golden Palace Seal, they saw everything in the underground cavern with perfect clarity.
"So there are eighteen levels in total, built to imitate Taishan Hell," Mr. Hei mused. "Bei Mingyuan must be on the lowest level, which is why Huo'er didn't dare go inside. Smart girl. She did the right thing."
Bai Qi's jaw dropped, and he couldn't seem to close it. His face, pale as a sheet from his unhealed injuries, was a mask of shock and disbelief. "Mr. Hei, did you see that? My eyes aren't playing tricks on me, are they? That... that thing..."
"I saw it. Your eyes aren't deceiving you," Mr. Hei nodded. "The seventeenth level is holding the Big Ghost Zhu Ao."
