Fat Monk followed Ye Yu all the way, and before long, they reached the edge of the island.
Ye Yu found a tea stall and sat down. The owner warmly brought over two cups of tea, then shrank back with a nervous expression.
"Three cups." Ye Yu glanced at the owner and said.
The owner sized up Ye Yu and Fat Monk, puzzled, but obediently did as he was told.
On this island, ordinary people like them had no right to defy cultivators. Otherwise, they would not even know how they died.
Once the third cup of tea was set down, Fat Monk finally complained, "Kid, how could you be so hard-hearted! What was wrong with helping her? Consider it Fat Master begging you, alright?"
Ye Yu glanced at Fat Monk without saying anything.
Fat Monk was about to say more when a foul, bloody stench drifted over. His expression changed, and when he came back to his senses, a gaunt old man was already seated beside him.
It was Black Mountain Old Man.
After sitting down, Black Mountain Old Man looked around. Everyone here was ordinary; if even one cultivator appeared, they would be sensed.
Then Black Mountain Old Man smiled. "You picked a good place. Speak. Why did you seek me out?"
Fat Monk looked at the old man. He could sense the bloody aura on Black Mountain Old Man and frowned. "Who are you?"
"Everyone calls me Black Mountain Old Man." Black Mountain Old Man smiled.
At those words, Fat Monk's eyes immediately lit up. He looked at Ye Yu. "Haha, kid, I knew you wouldn't abandon Yueyue. You even found the man!"
Ye Yu ignored Fat Monk and looked at Black Mountain Old Man. "I want to work with you."
"Work with him?! Kid, have you