Naming, The Hell Lord Is a Bit Too Jealous

"Got it!"

Encouraged, the ghost envoy showed his skill once again. With a swift closing and opening of the gate, they arrived in the sky.

Nanli praised him, "You're really something."

The ghost envoy, blushing under the praise, smiled shyly, almost losing himself.

Qiu Hai, with a dark grin, said, "Aren't you impressive? Maybe we should just let you take my place."

The ghost envoy was instantly terrified and dropped to his knees.

"Hell Lord, I wouldn't dare! It's all thanks to your excellent guidance!"

Nanli glanced at Qiu Hai. "Stop scaring him. If you think he's capable, just give him a judge's position."

Qiu Hai pouted. "Ancestor has spoken. How could I refuse?"

Nanli then waved for him to take a look outside, "Seems like it's foul energy?"

Ghost Fire always left behind some foul energy after burning. Nanli had collected some before since it could harm mortals upon contact.