“Little Lu, Meng boy, over here, over here.” The Taciturn Daoist Priest beckoned them over. He had heard Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou’s footsteps long ago.

“Shifu, why are you here?” Lu Yang’s eyelid twitched. How should I put it? I’m not at all surprised to encounter Shifu in a prison cell.

Although his great shifu had altered his appearance, Lu Yang recognized him at a glance.

“And Chieftain Jin, you…”

On the other hand, Chieftain Jin hadn’t changed his appearance.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou were unaware that after the Demon Kingdom’s founding ceremony, Chieftain Jin had acknowledged the Taciturn Daoist Priest as his big brother to hone his eloquence.

Lu Yang still remembered Chieftain Jin’s high spirits when they met in the Qiongqi Tribe, maintaining his composure in the face of Supreme Lord Zhu Tian’s oppressive pressure. How had he sunk to the...