After the huge fight, the nine of them were not celebrating, but instead recuperating.

Led by Yang Wenlan and Yun Mo, Wu Yu came to stand before the members of the Ancient Ink Camp.

The purple-haired man, Xu Zidong, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Yu. He sized him up and snorted, "Little Sister, you brought a lover? Seems a bit young."

Laughter.

Yang Wenlan rolled her eyes. "Piss off. This kid is called Wu Yu. He saw our battle and followed us over. He says he's from Great Ancient Ink Realm, and was drawn to us. Of course, I dare not confirm this, so I ask you brothers to test him."

Yun Mo said, "It might not mean much. Maybe he's just an immortal who passed through the Great Ancient Ink Realm. Knowing a lot doesn't count for much."

This guy instantly disliked Wu Yu. It was obvious that he was the youngest here, and was probably doted on.

"Oh? Kin from the Great Ancient Ink Realm?"

They felt that this was quite a surprise. After all, the sky palaces were huge, and many could not even...