Li Su was going down the mountain!
It was not something he had requested; Withered Elder had taken the initiative to let him descend.
He had been at Hundred Demons Palace for nearly three months now. Staying on the mountain forever was no solution. Cultivation was important, but he could not keep at it every moment of every day—his heart would not be able to take it.
At least, that was what Withered Elder said.
But whose heart would truly be unable to take it if this continued, Withered Elder understood, and Li Su understood as well.
Li Su did not hesitate over it and agreed at once.
For one thing, he really had stayed on Demonic Origin Peak for rather a long time. In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
How was Second Uncle doing? To be honest, Li Su still cared quite a bit.
Unlike the people in the village, during the five years since his birth, he had not spent much time with him—less than two months in total.
But the man had truly treated him well, wholeheartedly and without reservation.
Every time he came, he never forgot to bring Li Su something delicious.
Now that Li Su no longer rejected the identity of Nine Li, he had also come to regard the man as family. Well, his last remaining family.
So, he was somewhat worried about Second Uncle.
After all, when Second Uncle returned this time, not only had he been injured, but more importantly, he had lost an arm.
Although most of his injuries had healed by the time Li Su left, that severed arm was far too devastating.
That had been his dominant hand. And Second Uncle was a battle shaman—his strength had likely been cut in half outright.
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