An uncultured brute, Lu Yun glared at the two sect members and huffed through his nose. He looked ready to beat them up at any second.

“Very well!” Yu Jiang grit his teeth. “You can join my Immortal Sect if you wish, but it’s mine! You cannot plot against me or take my business. I’ve got a whole family to feed!”

“Sure,” Lu Yun grinned foolishly and put his great axes away. “What do I want your sect for? I just want fellow daoists to drink tea with, chat about the weather, and read the spirit paper with. Come on come on, let’s go take a look at your sect.”

He flung an arm around Yu Jiang, demonstrating a complete change from his earlier mood.

A shaking Yu Jiang led Lu Yun away. He hadn’t even had time to ask his newest junior brother’s name.

Chu Xingran and Xie Tianxun’s been chased by Yun Yi’s replica for several hundred years now. They can keep running for a few days more. Both of them carried Resurrection...