Dawn.
Netherworld City.
The marketplace in the city center was already bustling with noise, while the Zhao Residence, situated in the eastern woods of the city, remained a haven of tranquility.
Inside a guest room.
After a slight cough, Tang Jing slowly opened her eyes.
"Tang Jing, you're awake!" Lin Huashan's youthful face immediately came into view, "How are you feeling now?"
Tang Jing's brow furrowed slightly, and after a moment of thought, she remembered that she had been in front of the Gate of the Nether King the day before, and then fainted due to the shock from the surge of Yin Qi Spiritual Power emitting from the gate.
A glint of light flashed in her eyes as she grasped Lin Huashan's hand tightly and urgently asked, "What's the situation at the Gate of the Nether King?"