"Where else did you think we were?" The middle-aged man in golden robes said as his large hand wrapped around the waist of the enchantingly beautiful woman in a purple dress and gave it a squeeze.
"Ugh, you're awful." The woman in the purple dress pounded his chest several times.
"Your man keeps too close an eye on you. Once you're in the Black Prison, he won't be able to control you. We were just about to enjoy ourselves, and then this blind fool had to show up. Forget it. I'll ignore that silver-haired brat and have a good time first." The middle-aged man in golden robes swept the alluring woman in purple up in his arms and flew toward the Black Prison.
"You finally came." When Han Lin, who had been trapped in the Black Prison for years, saw Lu Xiaotian appear again, a trace of joy surfaced in his eyes. However, that joy vanished in a flash, concealed flawlessly by him. "By my reckoning, more than fourteen years have passed. That's several times longer than your promised three to five years."
"I ventured into a perilous place while I was away. Being able to return alive was already fortunate. With so much time, I assume my corpse refinement has been completed without issue." Lu Xiaotian naturally had no intention of getting entangled with this ghost cultivator, Han Lin, over such matters. He went straight to the point.
"It's finished. I was only waiting for you to return. However, I refined this corpse according to the agreed-upon schedule, yet you were late in coming. The corpse was refined from the bones of a mid-stage Ghost King. I couldn't claim it for myself, and over time, it developed some independent consciousness. It's extremely difficult to erase. You came back rather