The clouds were dark and dense. The night was the color of ink.0

Su Yi and Rong Yue encountered little further danger as their treasure ship hurtled through the Barren Mountains of Divine Calamity.0

“Xiao Jian, what were you doing on that battlefield? Where are the others?” Rong Yue asked suddenly.0

Su Yi sighed. “To tell the truth, High Elder, something unfortunate happened earlier.”0

He then concisely recounted everything that had happened at the run-down temple. He didn’t leave anything out, either.0

When he learned of Huang Changting’s death, Rong Yue frowned. “Huang Changting was blinded by greed. He was far too brazen!”0

But then, he looked at Su Yi, his eyes shining with a strange light. “You managed to borrow that lamp? That’s truly unbelievable.”0

“The owner of the lamp planned to recruit me,” said Su Yi. “That’s why he was willing to lend it to me.”0

Rong Yue inclined his head. “That’s to be expected. The owner of that lamp is not of this era. If he wants to make arrangements in the present day before he arrives, he naturally needs to select capable subordinates to act on his behalf.”0

Next, Su Yi told Rong Yue that...0