As he looked at the smiling young man seated across from him, the proprietor couldn’t keep his cool.

His chest heaved, as if he were trying to suppress his turbulent emotions.

Some time passed before he thudded back into his chair, picked up the jug of wine, and chugged.

Then, he let out a long, turbid breath and muttered, “That’s right. In this world, only you know about the barrier in my Dao heart, and that it’s trapped me for a long time…”

As he spoke, he examined Su Yi once more, his expression conflicted.

“Five hundred years ago, when word spread of your ‘death,’ I went mad with joy, and I got roaring drunk. Who’d have thought you weren’t dead after all, you old monster…”

Su Yi laughed and said calmly, “Had I died, with your ability, you never would’ve broken through your Dao Heart’s shackles. In the end, you have no choice but to beg for my help.”

The old man in front of him was called Shang Tianque, and he was a member of the Demon Ape Race. He was known as the Blood Slaughter Spirit Emperor.

But Su Yi was accustomed to calling him “old butcher.”

Tens of thousands of years ago, Shang Tianque was already old, and he had already long since traversed the far reaches of...