Many years later he is now 21 years old. He returned to the cultivation world. Pretending to be injured - not really pretending... he seriously injured himself.

Dusk settled over the mountain path as a light drizzle fell through the brittle leaves. A lone figure lay by the narrow road near Tianwu Sect, blood soaking the hem of his white robe and staining the soil beneath him. It was Zé Yáng. Now the supreme ruler of the demon realm, at the Peak Divine Transformation Realm, yet at this moment. He appeared as nothing more than a grievously injured wanderer, his aura sealed so completely that even she wouldn’t sense a trace of demonic energy.

It was obvious that he wanted to hide his identity to approach her. The identity he chose was Lian Ye, a rogue cultivator in the human world, and also the name that took over a sect.

From the distance, soft footsteps approached. He shifted slightly, making the blood pool more obvious, then called out weakly:

“Help.. me…”

A silhouette rushed toward him, it was her. His shizun knelt swiftly by his side. She placed her hand against his pulse, brow furrowing. A strange cultivation flow, but no demonic essence. Probably just a rogue cultivator who’d met misfortune. Still, she checked his wounds with care.

Where she couldn't see, the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. Everything was going just as he had planned. Shizun, you will never leave me again.