Ordinary

Divine sense swept over the area.

Zhong Songtang's face was full of sorrow as he said mournfully, "Old brother, we haven't seen each other for so many years. How did you end up with only this wisp of remnant soul?"

"It's a long story." Old Wu could not help but sigh.

He had felt that what happened back then might not necessarily succeed, which was why he had entrusted the token to his inheritance to Zhong Songtang.

If he died, all that wealth would be left to his brother, rather than becoming another person's ill-gotten fortune. If he luckily survived, he could retrieve it to guard against future troubles.

Most importantly, he had stored something in the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion. Only with that item could he possibly escape his current state of having neither hands nor feet.

Lu Jing let out a long breath of foul air. It seemed he had won his gamble.

At least, judging by the current situation, this truly looked like a joyful reunion between old friends.

When Old Wu had said that his old friend was trustworthy, Lu Jing had harbored doubts. People's hearts were no longer what they once were. Perhaps the man had been trustworthy back then, but so much time had passed, and Old Wu was now only a remnant soul. For all they knew, it could have been a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

Fortunately, Old Wu's old friend was reliable.

Zhong Han was somewhat surprised, though his expression quickly settled.

This cultivator, who had appeared from who knew where, really did have ties to his family. In that case, he had to deal with the damage caused by Lu Jing's spell battle.

He lightly pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed. "My salary is so meager. Don't tell