Yu Yuwei’s voice was low, but it echoed through the cave dwelling, causing the young man to pause. Li Quantao’s lips trembled, and a blush rose to his still-recovering face. 0

He turned his head slightly and said softly, “None of them are good people. My father was ruined by Chi Wei, trapped on the mountain for life and unable to take a single step out. He was forced to refine pills like a drug slave. Purple Mansion Realm cultivators have always been the most heartless of all.”0

The group sat in helpless silence inside the cave. Yu Yuwei coughed twice, his expression unreadable, and replied quietly, “Quantao, we might not make it out alive this time. I don’t have many years left either, so let me be frank. If the one who had been injured and trapped in the secret realm back then had been Li Encheng, and he had formed his...0