As soon as Xu Yangyi and Yue Congrao returned to Earth’s more hospitable atmosphere, Xu Yangyi said his goodbyes, turned around, and flew away.

Yue Congrao pushed down on a cloud, and all his Core Formation spiritual pressure, murderous aura, and heroic aura vanished without a trace. Once again, he took on the guise of an ordinary American teacher. Just as his foot settled on the ground, though, he slapped his head. 

“Dang it.”

“Dang what?” A faint voice rang out behind him, and Yue Congrao felt his face shiver. He turned around, hoping to save his skin. “Be good, don’t worry. Father will get him right now…”

“Dad, you don’t have to go.” Angel watched the gradually departing figure in the night, and her red lips slightly curved up. “Doesn’t China have an ancient saying? If you have to use force to break a melon off a vine, it won’t taste sweet.”

Yue Congrao thoughtfully gazed at Xu Yangyi’s descending shadow and said in a soft voice, “Relax, someone I favor won’t be run off that easily.”

“I am late Core Formation. As long as I wish, starting a sect isn’t a difficult matter. He didn’t even suck up to me, but I didn’t feel modest about it, either. I have been watching all along. Cultivators able to accomplish this bit, even among...