Yu Ci was seeing Daoist Li's position more and more clearly.
At first, this fat man had seemed determined to make things difficult for him. Later, he claimed he was doing it for "money." Now he was shamelessly informing on others. Step by step, he had turned what looked like a vexing matter aimed specifically at Yu Ci into a pot of muddled porridge—a pure farce. His ability to control the situation was genuinely admirable. This man's status within the mountain sect was surely far from ordinary.
No matter how fiercely things were going over there, Yu Ci and the others stood above the sea of clouds, making them fairly conspicuous. Before long, they were spotted. Sword light split apart and shot toward them.
Before the sword light arrived, Li You's hearty laughter reached them first. "Junior Brother Yu, wonderful news!"
After several months apart, Li You had grown much thinner. Even his round face had become pointed, and stubble covered his cheeks. Yet his spirits were excellent. Lightning flowed through his eyes, and a surging force churned the surrounding currents of air. At the same time, his own aura was perfectly unified, exerting tremendous pressure. But his smile had not changed. When the corners of his mouth lifted, he looked especially lively.
"With Junior Brother Yu's abilities, cultivating within the mountain sect is where you can truly complement one another. It is far better than fretting over those mundane matters below the mountain. Now that you have returned to the sect, you are not leaving again, are you?"
"The sect granted me three years to cultivate within the mountain gates." Yu Ci answered honestly.
Li You gave his shoulder a heavy slap and laughed. "With these three years, we can have thirty years, three hundred years. There is no