The Slave Who Remembered His Master

By rights, he could have slipped into the Cloud Prisoner Formation himself. As Marquis Anqing had explained, the formation was nearly indestructible. Three Grand Artificers of the fourth rank had spent years pouring their hearts and souls into building it, specifically to help peak Condensed Liquid Realm cultivators withstand the tribulation clouds when breaking through to the Soul Sensing Realm.

With a formation this sturdy, it was the perfect refuge. The trouble was that the Cloud Prisoner Formation could be activated, but not dismissed. By leaving Qiu Wa and Xue Zihan inside, he could keep them safe while remaining outside, where he still had room to maneuver.

If he went in as well, he would truly be a turtle trapped in a jar, at the mercy of anyone who came for him.

Once the Cloud Prisoner Formation was active, Xu Yi felt a little more at ease and sat down nearby.

The three rare Precious Medicines had nearly brought him back from the dead. He seized the vitality nurtured over a thousand years, and his body quickly revived. The medicines also stimulated the absorption of the supreme-grade pill's medicinal power, and his injuries improved at astonishing speed. Before long, even the gaping wound in his abdomen had closed.

"Remarkable. Truly remarkable."

Zhou Daogan cracked his eyes open and murmured, then said, "A man like you is like a star in the heavens, a phoenix among crows. If I had ever met you, I would never have forgotten. Yet I've racked my brains and still can't recall when or where I crossed paths with you and offended you. What could I have done to make you go to such lengths, even employing ghosts to scheme against me? Could you tell me what grudge we have between us?"

As soon as Zhou