Although Lu Xiaochi’s cultivation had been crippled and his consciousness mostly gone, he still exerted a certain degree of authority when it came to the prodigal sons of the capital. He was once the legend of the empire, after all, whether in terms of cultivation or other areas.

While Lu Tianling was the commander-in-chief of three armies at the battle of Tiger Suppression Pass twenty years ago, it’d been Lu Xiaochi who was the vanguard and led the armies from the front!

He was the executioner of the million strong army from the Tianlong Empire!

Thus, Lu Xiaochi’s influence in Darklake was unquestionable, particularly among the younger generation. Even devoid of his cultivation, he remained still the idol of many.

A renowned thug of Dark City, Yu Shuai was as docile as a kitten in front of Lu Xiaochi. Likely the only person who dared disrespect the man was his treasure of a nephew.

“C’mon, let’s walk around! Us brothers haven’t seen each other in a few months, we’re in no hurry to go to Immortal Gathering!” Lu Yun flung his arm around Yu Shuai’s shoulders like...