Qing Yu breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she heard Lu Yun’s intentions.

“Xing Chen can’t easily leave the underworld, so I’ll have to go look for the world’s spleen myself,” pondered Lu Yun.

“I’ll go with you!” Qing Yu quickly volunteered.

“No, you can’t leave Mount Xuanhuang!” he quickly refuted. “There’s a woman by Dongfang Hao’s side who once took control of the immortal dao. You need to stay at the mountain and hold down the fort so she doesn’t have a chance to steal it again.”

Qing Yu fell silent, then nodded in a visibly downcast manner. “Alright then.”

“Honestly, we don’t need to be in a rush about this, it’s just one of my many plans. Right now… I have something much more important to do.” Lu Yun suddenly turned much more somber than he’d been moments ago.

“What is it?” He’d successfully caught the curiosity of Mo Yi and the others.

“Qing Yu, let’s get married.” Lu Yun turned gravely to Qing Yu. “We said a long time ago that we’d get married once you became an immortal!”

It felt like a thunderbolt had crashed into Qing Yu; she stared dumbly at her beloved. After a long while, she abruptly flushed beet red as she returned to her...