One year in the mortal world is a hundred days in the Underworld.
When Shen Moyan woke up, he thought he was still dreaming.
Then he saw the city gate: built from layers of blue-gray stone and towering into the clouds. Two ancient characters were inscribed above it: Fengdu.
A long line stretched outside the gate. Some wore long gowns, others were dressed in suits; there were generals in armor and women carrying children. Everyone waited in silence.
A voice spoke beside his ear: “New here? Don't just stand there. Go report to the First Hall. Remember, wait in line and don't cut in. There are more rules here than in the mortal world.”
