Tang Wulin chuckled, "Quit stuttering! Are you surprised?"

Yue Zhengyu had already rushed forward and was closely inspecting Lan Muzi in fear that he had simply misidentified this man to be Lan Muzi.

"Are you really not dead? Are you sure you're not a ghost?" Yue Zhengyu asked in a flabbergasted manner.

Lan Muzi didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. "Are you that eager for me to become a ghost? Don't worry, I'm alive and well."

Tang Wulin couldn't bear to watch any longer, and he gave Lan Muzi an apologetic glance before dragging Yue Zhengyu into the room.

Inside the room, Long Yeyue and Wu Zhangkong were currently discussing the first batch of students to be sent to the demonic island. Wu Zhangkong rose to his feet first, followed by Long Yeyue, and both of them bowed slightly toward Tang Wulin in unison. "Pavilion Master."

Yue Zhengyu hadn't thought much of it when Lan Muzi had referred to Tang...