Yang Wen, having exhausted all his mana, was suppressing the bizarre curse and could no longer block the old man's attack. Mo Chou, still but a youth with weak mana, and the girl from the Southern Borderlands, grievously injured and unable to fight, left only Lu Yu standing in his original place, seemingly petrified, unmoving.
"Do not display such a look of despair. It is an honor for you to merge with my master," the old man said, walking toward them.
When he reached Lu Yu's side, he couldn't help but exclaim, "To think there is such a perfect vessel for my master in this world—could this be what they call Divine Revelation?"
The more he observed Lu Yu, the more satisfied he became. Lu Yu's spiritual nature was strong, and his aura was akin to that of a great Divine Spirit.
"Too bad I don't want to be any Divine Spirit's vessel," Lu Yu said calmly, smiling.
