Bei Qing’s injuries were not that severe, as Lu Yin had not been overly ruthless. Still, the man had been beaten down, and at this moment, he only managed to look up at Lu Yin with great difficulty. 

During his time as Lu Seven, Lu Yin had changed his looks, so it was normal that they couldn’t recognize him. 

Lu Yin stood up. “Don’t ask anything else. You’ll just invite disaster by doing so.” 

Hua Ying clenched her fists, and a thread of blacksand suddenly appeared and gradually enveloped her. 

Lu Yin frowned, as he felt something strange from this blacksand. Now that he looked at it a bit closer, it seemed even more odd. 

Suddenly, the Corpse King that Lu Yin had been carrying along quietly growled.

Hua Ying looked at Lu Yin’s package, and her sharp eyes glared at Lu Yin. “You’re a kidnapper!”

Lu Yin did not answer her. Instead, he simply studied the blacksand with interest. “Where did you get this toy?” 

Hua Ying leaped towards Lu Yin and pressed down on him. Although she was not an expert at close-ranged combat, she was very confident in the blacksand’s defensive abilities since not even a Martial Sovereign could breach her defensive layer. 

Lu Yin reached out to grab Hua Ying’s hand, and as he did so, he felt the firm and cold nature of the blacksand. His brows furrowed; what sort of thing was this? 

Hua Ying’s other hand slapped at Lu Yin’s abdomen, but it was also easily...