Yu Shan met Lu Yin's gaze. "The pain of that unknown death, the blade hanging over my neck—I've endured it for far too many years. Every year, the pain and despair grew worse. I didn't dare go to Beyond Heaven. Even when my Nine Heavens Transformation hit a bottleneck, I didn't dare ask my master for help. Otherwise, I could have broken through to the Spirit Beginning Realm long ago."
"Do you know what kind of pain I've endured?"
Lu Yin said, "Perhaps your senior brother didn't die at Yu Sang Tian's hands."
Yu Shan's voice turned low and fierce. "My senior brother wouldn't lie to me."
Lu Yin frowned. "You're that certain?"
Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he blurted out, "Who told you Yu Sang Tian despised Hundred Grass Sang Tian? Did you come up with the idea to target one person and one statement in the Hundred Grass Domain yourself? You, back then?"
How strong had Yu Shan been back then? At most, he'd been at the Spirit Battle level, yet he'd dared to scheme against the Hundred Grass Domain, which had a Sang Tian. It was like Lu Yin plotting against The Only True God right after he'd broken through to become a Star Envoy. The gulf was too vast, the heights too unreachable—beyond what ordinary people could achieve through wisdom and strategy. Yu Shan didn't look like someone who could scheme across the ages, like Ancestor Hui.
Yu Shan stared blankly at Lu Yin, admiration in his eyes. "I'm impressed, Third Master. To have figured that out—I'm impressed."
"My senior brother, Yu Zhong, was both my senior brother and my ancestor."
Lu Yin understood. "So you're a descendant of Yu Zhong?"
Yu Shan nodded. "My ancestor already had descendants before he became Yu Sang Tian's