The sky was dark, and the desolate Kugu Ridge welcomed several uninvited guests.
Seven unusually burly men surrounded an old man and a young man, while a vicious-looking man stood on the outer perimeter, as if the two were being surrounded by bandits of Kugu Ridge.
Yang Jueshang looked at Lu Yu, his elongated and hardened nails retracting to their original state. With a blank expression, he asked, "Is there any problem?"
Lu Yu's face seemed somewhat conflicted and hesitant. Yang Jueshang furrowed his brow slightly and said coldly, "Speak, what's the matter?"
"I seem to be unable to sense my puppet," Lu Yu said.
"What!" Yang Jueshang's expression instantly worsened, transforming into an evil ghost-like appearance, saying coldly, "Are you playing games with me?"
Yang Jueshang raised his hand, his palm rapidly enlarging, turning into a sharp black ghost claw reaching for Lu Yu's neck.
