Ugly looked Lu Yun up and down and smacked his lips.

“You steal valuables and do not take your pleasure, or you take my pleasure and do not steal valuables?” Lu Yun didn’t mind the gaze—what kind of person hadn’t he seen in his three thousand lifetimes? Regardless, Ugly’s words briefly took him aback—why did they sound so familiar?

“Do you have valuables or can you offer me pleasure?” Ugly repeated.

Some of the cultivators watching the show abruptly recalled something shocking as they looked at Ugly. They swiftly turned tail and ran, unwilling to be in his vicinity.

“This young master has neither.” Lu Yun spread out his hands; he recalled who this person was. Fengxian Wu had cursed him out plenty of times when she resided at the Lu residence. Plainly, he was the one who’d robbed her of all her valuables and inflicted heavy injuries on her.

“Heh heh, then be my pet.” A golden collar...