How Could I Joke About My Life?

"Why is it you again?"

The moment Liu Zongyuan saw Hanyu, his face fell. It had only been a few days, and this guy was already back again.

Did he really think this place was his territory, coming by every other day?

Liu Zongyuan himself was still stuck here, confined to this tiny patch of land. He could practically see the whole place just by taking a few steps.

"My lord!"

Wang Xingzhi had sharp eyes. He was the first to greet Su Xiaoxiao, who stood behind Hanyu.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at everyone and gave a slight nod.

"Don't complain. Things aren't looking good over in the Central Continent. You're no worse off here than you'd be out there."

Su Xiaoxiao had let these people stay here partly for his own reasons.

After all, they were his subordinates of a thousand years, and there were only a handful of them left. If they all died, he'd lose his entire base of support.

Wang Xingzhi understood Su Xiaoxiao's intentions. Countless Dao-Walking Realm cultivators had left this place. If their group of early-realm cultivators got mixed up in the fighting, they'd be nothing but cannon fodder.

"Wait for me!"

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Hanyu, then headed up to the mountaintop by himself.

Once Hanyu was left alone, Liu Zongyuan couldn't resist coming over to chat.

"What's new out there?"

They had been staying in this minor world, so all they could learn about were a few basic developments in the Heavenly Dao Sect.

They didn't even know that experts from the Heavenly Dao Sect had arrived.

Hanyu simply told them what he'd seen himself, such as those people from the Heavenly Dao Sect and those from Yanluo Hall.

Liu Zongyuan was so engrossed that he couldn't help asking several more questions.

"Why