“How would I not know about the family’s enemy? I just don’t know where they’re from. Trust me, Ouyang Shengtian doesn’t know either.” Lu Yun rubbed his forehead with resignation. Weakness was the original sin. Although he’d been very powerful in the past, he was very weak now.

“The past Ouyang Shengtian didn’t know, but the present Ouyang Shengtian does,” the young man grinned.

“Who?” Lu Yun brightened.

“I can tell you,” Ouyang Shengtian raised a brow. “But you need to tell me who your master is.”

His expression turned solemn. He’d thought that Lu Yun was a simple genius, but the young man’s battle technique showed signs of being tempered and forged endless times. He was no different from the genius disciples of some of the most stunning clans or sects.

Lu Yun would not have this level of accomplishment if it wasn’t for a powerful master giving him pointers.

“My master?” Lu Yun’s lips turned upward and he pointed his right hand at the sky.

“As I thought, an immortal.” Ouyang Shengtian looked grave. “He must be an immortal from a domineering faction....