"Bodhisattva, you are too kind," Wang Yang said, nodding his head towards the White Robed Ksitigarbha.
The White Robed Ksitigarbha smiled and turned to lead the way for Wang Yang.
The two arrived at a thatched cottage by the Blood River, tethered to the side of the river, which was the very place where Ksitigarbha Pusa and the practitioners of the Underworld cultivated.
Such a humble abode made Wang Yang feel somewhat unimaginable, especially with the Blood Sea churning around it and the smell of blood so strong that one didn't even need to sniff to have it invade one's nostrils.
One could say that in the Underworld's Blood River, aside from Ancestor River Styx and the Asura clans, only Ksitigarbha Pusa was willing to cultivate in such harsh conditions.
"To invite Daoist Wang Yang here was a bit presumptuous of me," Ksitigarbha voiced.
The White Robed Ksitigarbha slowly vanished, and the true Ksitigarbha Pusa emerged from the cottage.