Before long, a crimson vortex floated above Qing Yuan’s beast bone.

This time, before Su Yi could speak, the Divine Monarch of Tragedy’s voice rang out. “Might I ask if Fellow Daoist Su has summoned me?”

His voice already carried a trace of reverence.

This subtle change was unquestionable proof that he’d adjusted his attitude. He now treated Su Yi with far more respect than before.

Qing Yuan said hurriedly, “Master, it is indeed Senior Su who has called you.”

“All of you, step away. I wish to converse with Fellow Daoist Su privately.”

“Yes, sir!” Qing Yuan and the others immediately left the area.

Su Yi was still sprawled out in his wicker chair. “It seems you’ve already thought this through.”

The Divine Monarch of Tragedy’s hearty laughter emanated from within the crimson vortex. “There’s no hiding it. It’s only been a few months since I obtained the first scroll of the Refining Void Malevolent Incantation, my severely damaged foundations in the Grand Dao have made a partial recovery.

“Although they’re still as feeble as can be, it’s far better than before. It’s given me hope of...