Netherworld.
Sovereign of Death's Earth Plate.
The sky here is dim, and the atmosphere is extremely heavy.
Wang Hao was brought by the Sovereign of Death to a palace, surrounded by many pale-faced women looking at him.
These women had eyes glinting with gold, like prisoners seeing beautiful women.
"Who are they!? Why are they looking at me like that!?"
Being stared at made Wang Hao's skin crawl, feeling that if the Sovereign of Death weren't by his side, he wouldn't be able to protect his purity.
Sovereign of Death said casually, "They are Ghost Cultivators, wanting to drain your Yang energy."
"Female ghosts!"
Wang Hao shouted in shock, feeling that he was indeed irresistibly handsome.
Women going crazy for him on Earth was one thing but captivating female ghosts in the Netherworld was something else.
Sovereign of Death shook his head and said, "They are Ghost Cultivators, not female ghosts."
Wang Hao asked curiously, "Is there a difference!?"
