Seeing Lu Mingyu so despondent, Wu Li was somewhat dazed as well.
An Immortal Emperor born into an aristocratic clan was filled with unyielding spirit, every gesture steeped in noble bearing.
His clothes were always spotless, untouched by dust. The only food he would put in his mouth was what Teacher personally cooked.
Otherwise, even Dragon Liver Phoenix Gall would merit no more than a cursory taste from him.
Yet such a fairy-descendant-like figure was now eating spoiled rice, drinking foul liquor, and reeking from head to toe.
"Are you ruining yourself, or are you ruining Teacher?"
Wu Li spoke calmly.
But upon hearing this, the previously muddle-headed Lu Mingyu suddenly became agitated.
"I'm not ruining anyone. I've merely accepted defeat!"
"No one under heaven can remain undefeated. Not me, and not you!"
"Weren't you called invincible beneath heaven?"
"Go piss and look at yourself. Look what you've become—a cripple. What right do you have to lecture me?"
Lu Mingyu seized Wu Li by the collar and loudly demanded.
Not only did Wu Li fail to get angry, he calmly looked at his junior brother.
"This is the junior brother I remember. He always dared to question anyone, even me, the Desolate Heaven Emperor Wu Li who was said to be invincible beneath heaven."
Hearing this, Lu Mingyu instantly calmed down.
Without his anger to prop him up, he curled back into the corner once more.
"I'm not your junior brother. I'm not Lu Mingyu, and I'm not the Immortal Emperor you know. You've got the wrong person."
"How could I possibly mistake my own junior brother?"
Wu Li still refused to give up.
Seeing this, Lu Mingyu suddenly kowtowed to Wu Li. "Please, just let me go!"
"I really am not your junior brother, nor am I the person