Underground

"You and I are fated." Hearing the other man's words, Lu Xiucai still had no idea what these people before him wanted.

However, he recognized the Great Thousand Record in their hands and had more or less guessed their identities. After all, Lu Xiucai was no longer the greenhorn he had once been. "You... are from the Ao Jing Sect?"

"A pleasure. This old man is Zu Yi." Hearing the other introduce himself, Lu Xiucai gave a puzzled fist-and-palm salute with one hand.

"I am Lu Xiucai. May I ask what business you seniors have with me? And what do you mean by saying we are fated?"

Zu Yi smiled faintly and sat down across from Lu Xiucai with the others. Looking at his severed limbs, he said, "That is not how the Great Thousand Record is meant to be used. But you have talent. Has anyone taught you before?"

"My master."

"In my view, your master was not an Ao Jing Sect disciple, was he?"

Lu Xiucai kept his mouth shut and revealed nothing. He still could not quite figure out what these people wanted.

"You have used the Great Thousand Record, and used it to such an extent, yet you still have no intention of stopping. That means your spiritual roots are quite good. Today, this old man came specifically to bring you into the sect. That is what I meant by saying we are fated."

With them coming right to his door, Lu Xiucai could not help feeling that something was amiss. "My apologies, Senior. I appreciate your kindness, but I am now a disciple of the White Lotus."

"So what if you are a disciple of the White Lotus? You may continue worshipping your White Lotus. The Crooked God Ba Hui has never relied on mortal