Relying on the familiarity built over multiple lifetimes, Lü Yang quickly eased into conversation with Zhao Xuhe—offering him something he had not felt in years: respect.
To be honest, it was a feeling Zhao Xuhe barely remembered anymore.
Ever since the price of the Death-Warding Skeleton collapsed beyond prediction, Panlong Island vanished without warning, and even the karmic traces slipped out of the Master of Heaven Mending Peak's calculations, his fortunes had spiraled.
His master grew increasingly disappointed. His cultivation stagnated. Ten years passed—and yet he remained stuck at the Mid-phase of Qi Refining, unable to take even half a step forward. If one could call anything fortunate, it was that his master severed his marriage contract to his junior sister, sparing her from sharing his downfall.
The chill of human hearts—Zhao Xuhe had experienced it thoroughly.
