“Long time no see, Wuzhiqi.” The Deaf Prince and the remaining prodigals walked out from the depths of Mount Vastspace, all of them wearing evil grins.

Wuzhiqi’s replica stumbled backward with surprise, but he was restrained and immobilized before he could do anything else.

“I really am loath to give up my current identity…” Lin Yan sighed softly, deep resignation shining out of his eyes. “It’s so nice to be a carefree second-generation of rich and powerful nobility with no responsibilities whatsoever…”

“We don’t need to rush into anything.” Jing Huaci and Houtu walked out of the shadows as well. 

Desperation dawned in Wuzhiqi’s eyes when he saw that they were also here. He finally understood what these eight wanted, but there was nothing he could do about it. Mount Vastspace had severed the connection...