With Shi Zhu's memories of his previous life sealed, most of his old temper and disposition had been severed as well. In this life, he cultivated the teachings of the Orthodox Mystic Sect, and his character was utterly different from before.
To him, Lu Yu was a stranger—and a stranger who meant absolutely nothing to him.
He had come mainly to find out what Divine Lord Giant Wood intended to do. As for what Lu Yu said, he did not care in the slightest.
Besides, her enemy was Old Man Withered Bamboo, and the one she wanted revenge on was also Old Man Withered Bamboo. What did that have to do with him, Shi Zhu?
He only asked Divine Lord Giant Wood, "Divine Lord, why exactly did you invite me here? Surely it wasn't just for a meal? If this banquet was all you had in mind, I appreciate the gesture, but there is still much to do at Heaven Beyond Divine Mountain. I cannot stay any longer. Please forgive me."
With that, he started to rise and leave.
Lu Yu found this inconceivable. She narrowed her eyes at him, a keen light flashing in them, and wondered, Is this really my arrogant senior brother, who once thought himself above the whole world? Could Shi Yuanyang have pulled a civet-for-the-crown-prince switch and replaced him along the way?
By comparison, she preferred her old senior brother. As the saying went, there was endless joy in struggling against others. The two of them had fought for over a thousand years, and her senior brother had always kept firmly one step ahead of her. This time, she had finally dealt him a vicious blow—but had she perhaps gone a little too far?
Divine Lord Giant Wood stopped Shi Zhu. "Why such haste, fellow