As Ao Yu rose from the ground, the blood that had soaked his clothes instantly peeled away.
He turned his wrist, took out a brand-new, sumptuous robe, and draped it over himself without haste.
In the blink of an eye, his wretched, near-death appearance vanished, replaced by the graceful bearing of a young aristocratic gentleman.
He straightened his lapels and cupped his hands slightly toward the others. "Cousin Ao Yu, and this fellow Daoist."
"My name is Ao Yu, formerly the fifth prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace."
As he spoke, he gave a faint, self-mocking smile, clearly attaching little importance to his former status.
"This place is rather shabby. It's merely an abandoned site used to throw people off the scent, specifically to lure in those who would only be satisfied once I was dead."
"Since you've helped me resolve a major problem, why don't we move elsewhere for a chat and let me offer you some hospitality?"
His expression was utterly candid; clearly, he had offered ample sincerity.
At his words...
Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly, dispensing with formalities.
The four immediately set off, following the undercurrents as they swiftly left that dilapidated place.
About an hour passed.
A blessed grotto-heaven of verdant mountains and clear waters appeared before them.
Beneath the rippling water, a magnificent dragon palace with carved beams and painted rafters stood quietly.
Luminous pearls hung overhead, shining brilliantly.
Upon entering the great hall, they were greeted by the ceaseless music of strings and pipes.
The tables were laden with exotic fruits and exquisite nectar.
In the center of the hall, dozens of shapely demon women danced gracefully to the music, their long sleeves fluttering in a lively spectacle.
Ao Yu strode into the hall and led everyone to their seats.
"Please, don't stand