Chapter 117: The Eight Groups Gather

"July scorched like fire, the blazing sun baking the earth, the afternoon rays even more scalding. In such sweltering weather, most people chose to stay indoors with the air conditioning on, sipping ice water to lower their body temperature—a very comfortable thing to do indeed."

"Capital City, courtyard residence, Ye Xuan's temporary dwelling."

"Ye Xuan was quite at ease, reclining in a rocking chair with his eyes closed for rest, while his twenty-five Death God's personal guards were sitting cross-legged under the scorching sun, engaged in cultivation."

"Whoosh!"

"The air roared as they slowly opened their eyes, and a cruel and indifferent streak of bloody light flashed across the eyes of the Death God's personal guards. Their auras surged around them, causing the surrounding air to continuously explode with noise."

"Thank you for the cultivation, Netherworld Lord," the Death God's personal guards half-knelt on the ground, speaking respectfully to Ye Xuan in gratitude.