Above all the undead flowers, on a throne made of crystal-like vines, sat a figure in a black robe.
"Weren't you out? Why did you come back?" someone next to He Yichao asked upon seeing him.
That person was his second uncle. He Yichao recalled what just happened and said with a complicated expression, "I was instantly defeated."
His uncle said casually, "Again, by that Sword Cultivator? I've told you not to provoke him. The Venerable has already restricted him there; eventually, he'll be worn down."
He Yichao shook his head and said, "No, it was someone else. Uncle, do you remember Lu Yu, who started all this trouble?"
"Lu Yu?" His uncle was somewhat confused upon hearing the name. After all, he didn't know about this person back then; it was only when he became a servant of the undead flowers that he learned everything from He Yichao about the 'culprit'.
After a few reminders, his uncle remembered Lu Yu and blurted out, "That Saint Heir from the Divine Weapon Pavilion?"
