Just as Lu Yang was pondering what fortuitous encounters a Fusion cultivator might stumble upon, a cold, sinister voice sounded.

“Heh, since when has the immortal palace fallen so far that men can come and go as they please?”

“Ah!” Xue Shilou writhed on the ground in agony, his cries reverberating throughout Sinner Hall.

“Back then, when the immortal palace was under my leadership, how glorious it was…”

“Ah!” Xue Shilou began pounding his head against the floor to distract himself from the pain.

“And now, under that lass Luo Hongxia’s guidance, it has become like this…”

“Ah!” Xue Shilou clawed at himself. He had grown feverishly hot and flushed all over.

“Stop screaming!” The sinister voice erupted in fury. The atmosphere had been utterly ruined by Xue Shilou’s wailing. 

Had they not been in Sinner Hall, her...