The old butcher let out a dry, awkward cough. “I was just curious! Don’t misunderstand!”

Su Yi laughed. “You’re welcome to try me at any time. I promise not to take your life.”

With that, he got up and went back to his room.

Jiang Yingliu’s visit had robbed him of any desire to take a stroll. When Su Yi wasn’t interested in something, he’d rather spend his time and energy on his cultivation.

The old butcher sat quietly behind the counter. A chill coursed down his spine. 

He knew that Su Yi’s last words before he left were a warning!

If it happened again, Su Yi might not give him a chance to explain himself before attacking directly!

When he recalled his miserable defeat at Su Yi’s hands, the old butcher’s heart clenched.

In that battle, he’d been brutalized so thoroughly that even now, thirty-six thousand years later, a lingering shadow hung over his Dao Heart.

No matter what, I can’t test him any further. If I do, given his disposition, even if he doesn’t kill me, he’s sure to make me live a life worse than death… the old butcher thought to himself.

……

Time slipped by, one day after another. 

When Su Yi wasn’t cultivated, he’d occasionally...