“That kid sure is unlucky.” The Immortal Lord who’d been walloped so hard he had a bump on his head laughed with sadistic glee.0

“Fool! Why aren’t you running?” An Immortal Lord sighed.0

Another Immortal Lord gnashed his teeth. “No, if he runs, I won’t be happy at all. All of us got robbed. Why should he get off scot-free?”0

All of them noticed that Zhuo Yun was targeting Su Yi.0

Su Yi just stood there as if all of this were perfectly normal. He didn’t flee. On the contrary, he looked at Zhuo Yun with great interest and said nothing at all.0

His sheer composure left the monk stunned. He stood several hundred feet away and smiled warmly, “Why not leave, dear benefactor?”0

Su Yi laughed. “I’m a compassionate sort myself, you know. I’m waiting here to see whether or not you’ll give me an opportunity to exercise my compassion.”0

The crowd was gobsmacked. What’s going on?0

Zhuo Yun was stunned too. “Is that so? Well… in that case, how about you cooperate and donate all of your demonic cores to this humble monk?”  0

“I’d be delighted to,” said Su Yi. With that, he took out a core and loosened his grip. The core fell and rolled in the dirt. It would have rolled away if he...0