"Wu'er."
Zhao Feng's expression was solemn, his gaze filled with expectation, as he spoke slowly: "After entering the Underworld, you must fulfill your duties diligently."
"I will be watching over you."
"Of course."
Zhao Feng paused slightly, and his tone softened: "Entering the Underworld is not an urgent matter."
"You can take some tributers from the Yang Realm with you."
"You are now Emperor Fengdu, and if those judges and Yin Gods in the Underworld are not competent, you may replace them." Zhao Feng said to Zhao Wu with great seriousness.
"I understand, Your Highness." Zhao Wu nodded immediately, his eyes firm, exuding an undeniable resolve.
"Your elder brother knows which tributers are useful, Qi'er, take Wu'er and make a selection." Zhao Feng then turned his gaze to Zhao Qi, eyes filled with trust and instruction.
"I accept the order, Your Highness."
