A few days later.
The Dreadbound Lord woke up.
"So you're Li Yun?"
The Dreadbound Lord regarded Li Yun with a doubtful gaze, his expression complicated.
This was not the first time he had heard of Li Yun. Li Yun had even taken the opportunity to loot the Panic Divine Hall and steal ninety-seven pages of the Illusory World Book in one sweep. To the Dreadbound Lord, the name Li Yun carried a tangled history between them and rang in his ears like thunder.
But this was the first time he had actually met him.
"I'm Li Yun, the genuine article."
"I heard you wanted to see me?"
"What is it?"
The Dreadbound Lord sat up.
Through gritted teeth, he said, "I want you to avenge me!!"
"What?"
"You want me to avenge you?"
"Are you serious?"
Li Yun nearly thought he had misheard.
He could not recall any friendship between himself and the Dreadbound Lord. In fact, they had long been at odds. Yet after getting injured, the Dreadbound Lord had sought him out and asked him to take revenge on his behalf?
If he was not hearing things,
he had to wonder whether the Dreadbound Lord was setting a trap for him.
The Dreadbound Lord, however, was direct.
Without another word, he took out a stack of pages from the Illusory World Book. At a glance, there were at least a hundred.
"I'm completely serious!!"
"I want you to kill Cang Jiulong for me. These pages of the Illusory World Book—one hundred and three in all—will be your payment. What do you say?"
Li Yun froze.
Another one hundred and three pages of the Illusory World Book. Of course he had dreamed of getting his hands on them.
They were even rain in a season of drought.
Now