“Oh,” Lu Yun nodded. “Okay then, let’s go.”

“Huh?” Mo Wusheng was tensed for a sudden fight. What did he mean, “let’s go”? Feng Feifan was willing to go with him, just like that?

There were more than a few among the Luminaries who blamed Lu Yun for the Great Brahma’s death. They wanted nothing more than to skin him alive, rip him to pieces, and dice him to minced meat to feed the pigs. General fury only heightened after they learned that he was just a minor World Manifest.

“Are you really going back with me?” Mo Wusheng asked dumbly.

“You’re a Nihil World Sovereign and I’m a World Manifest. Is it possible for me to ignore your wishes when you’ve come in person?” Lu...