“Did you think I was dead?” the Art Saint said merrily to Lu Yun. “How is Yuying?”

“She’s fine, she’s great, she just complains everyday that she wants to be my woman,” Lu Yun responded curtly. 

The Art Saint’s eyes immediately turned red and he glared viciously at Lu Yun, not saying a word. He and Yuying had almost become dao partners in their time; though everything had dissipated upon the wind when Yuying became Lu Yun’s Yama King, the Art Saint had never quite been able to put his feelings aside. He even fantasized of a day in which he could take Yuying back from Lu Yun.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough bullshit. What are you doing here?” Lu Yun frowned. The...