Meanwhile, in Spirit City, Master Yu's body was drawn by a peculiar force.
"Xiaogang!"
Liu Erlong cried out beside him and tried to rush forward to save him.
But the moment her fingertips touched the edge of that force, Master Yu vanished from her sight as though he had been swallowed by a black hole.
In an instant, Master Yu felt the world spin around him. The intense sensation of weightlessness nearly made him vomit up his bile.
Who knew how long passed before he finally opened his eyes again in a miserable state, only to discover that he was in a dreamlike, illusory space.
"Th-This is... where?"
Yu Xiaogang rubbed his dizzy little flat-top and forcibly calmed himself down.
His proud, intelligent brain began working at top speed. A moment later, an absurd thought that filled him with wild delight surfaced in his mind.
"Could it be that this master's earth-shattering wisdom has finally caught the attention of some god?"
"This place... could it be the legendary inheritance ground?!"
At that thought, the old face Master Yu had been holding tense instantly relaxed.
Sure enough, gold would shine eventually!
Since even his rebellious disciple and students could be chosen by gods, wasn't it only natural for Master Yu, their mentor, to ascend to godhood on the spot?
Just as he puffed out his chest and prepared to receive the "divine baptism," three large hands suddenly reached out from behind him and heavily slapped his shoulders.
Yu Xiaogang's body trembled as he abruptly turned around.
What entered his sight were three bare-chested men with burning gazes.
Who else could they be but Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar?
"Good! So it was you three ungrateful disciples who betrayed your master!"
The moment Yu Xiaogang saw those three faces, he recalled