While Lu Xiaotian was speaking with Yue Hong, the white-hatted old man had already subdued Hua Yue. Hua Yue had resisted desperately for a while, but layer upon layer of black cloth steeped in sinister, ghostly qi wrapped him tightly, bundling him up like a zongzi.
Hua Yue struggled inside, but could manage no more than a slight wriggle. A satisfied smile appeared on the white-hatted old man's face. He beckoned, pulling Hua Yue, wrapped in black cloth, directly to his side. At the same time, he tossed Hua Yue's Sumeru Ring toward Lu Xiaotian.
"Wait." Yue Yu suddenly called out to Lu Xiaotian, who was about to leave. "From the way you fought, you seem rather like an old friend of mine. I wonder if you might have once studied under the same master."
"What was his name?" Lu Xiaotian glanced at Yue Yu.
"Lu Xiaotian."
"Perhaps we were fellow disciples. I don't know him." After all, he had joined forces with the Demon Race to drive off two members of the Hua family. Lu Xiaotian didn't want them to learn anything about him. If word got out, he wouldn't be able to return to Yuanling City. Though he had little sense of belonging to the city, he still had some unfinished business there.
"I, Tang, have matters to attend to as well. Farewell!" After capturing Hua Yue, the white-hatted old man's gaunt face was wreathed in smiles. He merely cupped his hands toward Yue Hong, then hurried off.
Lu Xiaotian didn't continue following the corpse-armored flying insects to collect demon-beast Primordial Spirits. Instead, he went to Luoyang Slope. Over the years, Fuzhou Town had already fallen to several factions of the Demon Race, and Luoyang Slope had become the frontline where humanity and several demon factions clashed. The