"Mu En! You're still alive!"
"Oh? An Evil Soul Master like you actually knows my name? How unusual. There aren't many people left in the Soul Master World who know it these days."
"Heh, your name rings in our ears like thunder, old sir!"
Zhongli Wu sneered. The Holy Spirit Cult had always kept a close watch on Long Xiaoyao and Mu En, ever since his father, Old Ghost Zhongli, had been its leader.
Otherwise, the Holy Spirit Cult would never have sent its Holy Maiden to drive a wedge between Long Xiaoyao and Mu En.
Why had they wanted to divide them? One look at Mu En's Self-Created Soul Skills, practically tailor-made to counter Evil Soul Masters, was enough to explain it.
And those belonged to Mu En alone.
"An Evil Soul Master, and a Level 98 one at that. It seems you Evil Soul Masters have built a powerful faction in some corner beyond our notice over the years!"
"Hmph. You've always lived in seclusion, old sir. It's only natural that you don't know what's happening on the continent."
"Heh, how polite of you. An Evil Soul Master actually calling me 'old sir'—that really is unusual."
Mu En did not show himself. He remained inside the Sea God Pavilion as he spoke with Zhongli Wu. His appearance was hardly fit to show outsiders; otherwise, it might give Zhongli Wu ideas he should not have.
Seeing Zhongli Wu's Death God Demon Puppet Martial Soul, Mu En fell silent, recalling the woman who had once occupied such an important place in his heart. Ye Xishui—Mu En had truly loved her once. They had even performed the wedding rites, but one night, something had happened that changed his entire life.
That incident had cost him not only his closest brother, but