A series of sharp, crackling pops suddenly erupted from the bronze lamp-tree in Kshitigarbha Hall, sending sparks of ghostly fire dancing into the air.
Pi Yanlin looked up at the circle of ghost guards closing in, the rhythmic clatter of their chains like thousands of tiny needles pricking his eardrums. He curled his lips in a languid smirk, his right thumb surreptitiously rubbing his palm—ever since the System’s notification had detonated in his consciousness, he knew the "Law-Bearing Laziness Technique: Underworld Specialized Edition" he had checked in for today would finally come in handy.
"A lowly servant from the mortal realm dares to act so brazenly here?" The voice of the White Judge crashed down like shards of ice, his black iron Judge Token glowing with a cold, ghostly blue light in his palm.
Chapter 221