As Ao Yu rose from the ground, the blood that had soaked his clothes instantly peeled away.
With a turn of his wrist, he took out a brand-new, exquisite robe and draped it over himself without haste.
In the blink of an eye, his wretched, near-death appearance vanished, replaced by the bearing of a graceful young nobleman.
He straightened his lapels and cupped his hands slightly toward the others. "Cousin Ao Yu, and this fellow Daoist."
"I am Ao Yu, formerly the Fifth Crown Prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace."
As he spoke, he gave a faint, self-deprecating smile, evidently not particularly attached to his former status.
"This place is crude, merely an abandoned site used to conceal my movements and bait those who would rejoice at my death."
"Since you have helped me resolve a great problem, why not move somewhere more suitable for a chat and allow me to offer you a host's hospitality?"
His expression was utterly frank; he had clearly shown ample sincerity.
At his words.
Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly, dispensing with pleasantries.
The four immediately set off, following the undercurrent swiftly away from the dilapidated site.
About an hour passed.
A blessed grotto-heaven of verdant mountains and lovely waters appeared before them.
Beneath the rippling water, a magnificent dragon palace stood silently, its beams carved and painted.
Luminous pearls hung overhead, gleaming brilliantly.
As they entered the great hall, the music of strings and flutes filled their ears.
The tables were laden with rare fruits and Jade Nectar.
At the center of the hall, dozens of graceful demon women danced to the music, their long sleeves fluttering in a lively spectacle.
Ao Yu strode into the hall and led everyone to their seats.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable. Treat this as your own cave