“I don’t know… if my guess is right, Tianqi’s going to be the kid who creates it, so it’s up to him. I’ve already interfered with too much, if I go any further, I’ll exceed the limits of what this era can tolerate.”

He was slowly gaining a sense of what could and couldn’t be done during his time here.

“Now that the netherdark’s empty and Eternal’s lost her protection, she’ll be very vulnerable to attack...” Lu Yun frowned.

“Don’t worry about that, fellow daoist.” A crisp voice suddenly traveled into his ears. 

As he turned around, another youth wearing flaming red robes came into view. The youth’s hair was messily piled up on top of his head and barely secured by a topknot; one hand loosely gripped a sword while a wine gourd dangled from the other. He reached Lu Yun’s side in just a few steps.

“This modest one is Yuyu. Greetings to my fellow daoist.” A devil-may-care attitude marking...