Watching the constantly shaking van, Grace Bennett panicked at first, but quickly regained composure and hurriedly turned to William Dawson and said:

“Dear passenger, our vehicle is experiencing turbulence and some bumps. Please remain seated, fasten your seatbelt, stow your tray table, and note that the restroom is temporarily out of service…”

“What the heck? There aren’t any tray tables or restrooms here—where did you even learn this stuff?” William Dawson complained while reaching for the seat, only to find there wasn’t even a seatbelt.

After a few seconds of violent shaking, the space in front of the van suddenly twisted. Emma Foster slammed on the brakes and stopped in midair. From that twisted space, a figure flashed out, standing on nothing, suspended in the void.

The figure was dressed all in white, wearing a tall hat with four large characters written on it—“Fortune at First Sight.” A cascade of silvery-white hair flowed down like a waterfall. The most astonishing thing was this person’s breathtaking beauty—clearly a man, yet so stunning it was almost unreal.

What was even more puzzling was that he had a few slices of cucumber stuck to his face.

“Seventh Ancestor?!” Emma Foster shouted.

“Ancestor?!” Grace Bennett exclaimed, quickly opening the passenger door to get out. But she forgot her cultivation was still shallow and she hadn’t yet mastered the art of flying. Her body tilted and she nearly fell, but Edward Bennett waved his hand lightly, and Grace Bennett stopped in midair.

“Jin, my good grandchild, no need for formalities. I’m just here for a quick look.”

It was William Dawson’s first time seeing the legendary White Impermanence, Edward Bennett, and he was so nervous he could barely speak. Compared to the black-and-white uniforms worn by Grace Bennett and Emma Foster, Edward Bennett’s official hat and long robe were even more intimidating.

Edward Bennett stared at William Dawson in the car for a long time, making William Dawson’s hair stand on end. Finally, he slowly spoke:

“William Dawson…”

Edward Bennett’s expression gradually turned wild, then he threw his head back and laughed.

“Marvelous, Samuel Clark, marvelous! Hahahaha!”

The three of them were stunned by Edward Bennett’s overwhelming presence.

“What’s going on? This is the first time I’ve seen an ancestor like this.”

“Jin, my good grandchild, I’m not learning any photo editing software today. I’m going back to do a face mask. You just make sure to deliver William Dawson to No-Return Peak.”

With that, Edward Bennett waved his sleeve and vanished into thin air.

“Sister Bai, what’s going on today? Why are the Chief Judge and the Seventh Ancestor both acting so weird?”

Grace Bennett thought for a moment, then turned to look at William Dawson.

“I don’t know. All I know is that it seems to have something to do with this William Dawson.”

……

A dozen minutes later, the three of them really did find the mist-shrouded No-Return Peak.

At the foot of No-Return Peak stood a nearly completely dilapidated concrete house.

“Don’t tell me this is the place?”

The three stopped the car and slowly walked toward the house. Next to the door was a sign, overgrown with vines, that read:

Legend Management Bureau, Underworld Office.

Chapter 3: Legend Management Bureau

The three of them stood quietly at the door of the rundown house, looking around. There wasn’t a single wandering spirit or underworld immortal nearby.

“Sister Bai, have you ever been here before?”

“No, I’ve only heard of the Legend Management Bureau, but I’ve never been here.”

Legend Management Bureau, Underworld Office.

Just from the name, it sounded somewhat official, but what was with this air of decay?

“Our task is to deliver William Dawson inside… Just standing outside won’t do.” As she spoke, Grace Bennett reached for the door.

William Dawson looked at the shabby house and suddenly didn’t feel like going in.

“If you open the door and find it’s not what you expected, would you still go in?”

A faint voice suddenly sounded behind them. The three of them whipped around to see an elderly man with white hair standing behind them, though none of them had noticed when he’d arrived.

The old man had a very kind face, his age indiscernible. He wore plain clothes and looked as if he’d been standing there for a long time.

He didn’t look at Grace Bennett or Emma Foster, but walked straight up to William Dawson.

“If it’s not what you expect, would you still go in?”

William Dawson looked at the old man, unsure of his intentions.

The old man continued, “If you don’t go in, will Samuel Clark still remember you?”

William Dawson frowned, as if something had occurred to him. “Elder, are you saying…”

The old man nodded and said, “You’re very clever. There is no future without the past. This is what’s called ‘karma.’ Our time is very short. Come with me—we’ve been waiting for you a long time.”

The old man brushed past the three of them and pushed open the door.

“Waiting for me a long time? But I’ve only been dead for two or three hours…” William Dawson was puzzled.

“Two or three hours?”

Before entering, the old man glanced back at William Dawson. “No, it’s not just two or three hours. We’ve been waiting for nine hundred years.”

The three of them cautiously followed the old man inside, and the space within suddenly opened up.

From the outside, it looked no bigger than a public restroom, but inside it was astonishingly spacious.

The entire interior was built of pure white stone, and dozens of people bustled in and out. What surprised the three most was that the whole place was filled with display screens, each one showing something utterly bizarre.