Under the orange-red sky, petals of Red Spider Lily fluttered gently on both sides of the Bridge of Remorse, vanishing as they touched the River of Forgetfulness. We did not go to Lady Meng’s house, but remained on the bridge. The ghost aura around John Chou had already returned; just now, Lady Meng had tapped him on the forehead with her cane, causing the surrounding ghost aura to gather and flow into his body. When John Chou had almost recovered, Lady Meng tapped his head again.
Isabelle Frost leaned on the railing, giving John Chou a cold, sidelong glance.
“John Chou, what did you just do? Why were you fighting King Quentin?”
Mona Ouyang looked at John Chou, utterly confused, while Redmond appeared sullen, different from his usual self. Basil Bertram lounged comfortably, watching John Chou.
“You caused such a commotion, John Chou. The disturbance just now was felt throughout the outer reaches of Hell.”
Everyone was waiting for John Chou to give a reasonable explanation. Lady Meng had already spoken about what happened just now, and Redmond stepped up to John Chou.
“Cat got your tongue, John Chou?”
“Every move here is already known to the Emperor Gods.”
I stared wide-eyed. Lady Meng was silent, her face pale.
“What exactly do you mean by ‘already known’?”
Basil Bertram spoke up.
While everyone was still in the dark about the power John Chou used during his fight with the First Court's Yama, John Chou brought up another matter.
“I won't waste words. Brother, you should hurry to the Living World. Things aren't looking good for the denizens of Hades right now.”
I nodded and floated up. I was worried about Rachel Lan, but at that moment I noticed Redmond’s face—there was a trace of anger.
“Let me rest a bit and I’ll explain everything slowly. Go on, brother.”
I responded with a grunt, but when I looked at John Chou again, a hint of doubt flashed through my mind.
“Is there something you can’t say with Ethan Zhang present, John Chou?”
Redmond’s tone was a bit forceful. I stopped midair and looked at John Chou. He said nothing, just smiled and shook his head.
“Go on, brother. Things in the Living World really are dire now!”
I sighed and drifted straight toward Styx Gate, not thinking too much about it. Since John Chou said so, there must be something he doesn’t want to tell me—and I didn’t intend to press. The situation in Hades was far more urgent.