Eyes widened accusingly, Jin Naluo glared at Lu Yun.

“Then why’d you dump this mess in my lap? Use one of your replicas to run the Immortal Pagoda!” he snapped.

“It’s not like you haven’t gained anything for your efforts.” Lu Yun grinned. “You’ve used the pagoda’s resources to temper your Bloodpool Mountain and increased the strength at your command by thirty percent. Look at you being all put out when you’ve benefited this much.”

Jin Naluo wordlessly shut his mouth.

“I’ve taken the bridge back, but you’ve pretty much fully refined the key to the Hongmeng Tower. You won’t die if you don’t go looking for death.” Lu Yun’s replica turned back into a tiny soybean with a shake of his body.

Jin Naluo rubbed his nose. “So the little guy who once threatened...