Five hundred years after my death.
The people who had once benefited from my kindness had long since forgotten me.
Only my sworn enemy crouched at my grave, huffing and puffing as he dug for three whole days.
And dug me out.
As twelve bolts of tribulation lightning crashed down,
I saw Ye Yu’s face-unchanged from five hundred years ago.
The moment he saw me, his face lit up with excitement. “Shen Xi, come fight me!”
My gaze drifted past his shoulder
to the nervous members of the Righteous Path hurrying over behind him.
Those people had once been my master and fellow disciples.
They were also the ones who had killed me back then.
At the sight of them, I suddenly clutched my chest and collapsed into Ye Yu’s arms while he was watching the show.
In a soft, delicate voice, I said, “Big brother, this freshly reconstructed body is still so weak. Be a dear and take care of those small fry for me, will you?”
In an instant, I felt the body I was leaning against go completely rigid.
When I lifted my head again, the arrogant, untouchable Demon Lord was blushing so hard he looked ready to burst into flames.
