It was snowing lightly on Zhongnan Mountain.

    The mountain was full of evergreen pines and abundant in spiritual energy.

    As Zhu Wuxin passed by the gravestone, he swept his hand across the top of it to brush away the thin layer of snow. He looked at the offerings that had been left before the gravestone and immediately understood that Jiang Zheliu had been here and hadn’t left.

    He looked at the inscription on the gravestone —— Those engravings were written by his shixiong because at that time he was still too young，so he was unable to leave such a deep engraving upon the heavy stone. Jiang Zheliu had done it in his place as well as taking charge of Ling Xiao Sect in his stead.

    Zhu Wuxin swept a glance over it then thought to himself that it was time to let all of this go. Now everything had fallen back into its rightful place, there was not even a thread out of alignment. He even thought that if his shixiong was willing, he would also let him come back to Ling Xiao Sect….

    He noticed that he missed Jiang Zheliu a bit.

    Zhu Wuxin quickly passed over the burial ground and walked towards the bamboo garden and little house not far away. There wasn’t anyone in the garden and he couldn’t sense any signs of life inside. As if there was some sort of facade in place for show. And to the side of the elegant small pinewood house, there was an utterly dazzling and showy door made from Wan Ling stone, the aesthetics were clearly in-line with the personal style of that bird from the Demon Realm.

    Zhu Wuxin grasped his sword and advanced forward. He noticed a little deer who was still growing his horns out sitting outside boiling some medicine. The medicinal ingredients seemed to be ordinary wild grass and herbs that grew readily on Zhongnan Mountain. The smell from the medicine was pungent and bitter, the smell lingered in the air for some time

    ……He hasn’t changed, still taking in those little lost demons.

    Zhu Wuxin remembered that Jiang Zheliu was particularly popular with demons. When he was a child, he had bought himself a two-tailed cat which never gave him the time of day. But when it saw his shixiong, it always clung to him, licking him and kissing him as if it wanted to please him. Even though his shixiong was cold and aloof and didn’t even pet it. This never stopped any of those little animals and demons from being infatuated by him and trying to stay by his side.

    After a while, many people thought that the Xianzun of Ling Xiao Sect liked keeping these little demons as pets. They had even tried to curry favour with his shixiong using these little demons. Although Jiang Zheliu said nothing at the beginning, after a while he politely clarified the situation to prevent his quarters being overrun with little demon pets.

    Actually, it was not just little demons but even everyone who has ever met him ……

    Zhu Wuxin collected his thoughts and walked over to the little deer demon. He looked at the medicine in the furnace beside him, squatted down and said, “Have you plucked all the seedlings of the Xuan Lingzhi1? Why didn’t you let it grow for a few more hundred years before you picked it. If you wait till all seven cloves to sprout, it will be the best in the Cultivation World.”

    Without looking up, Ah-Chu grumbled, “If we waited until the Lingzhi matured, he’d have passed away already.”

    It was only after he finished complaining that he suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately looked up to see Zhu Wuxin’s handsome, smiling face.

    Ah Chu stared blankly at him and asked: “Who are you?”

    It was the first time Zhu Wuxin had seen him since that day.

    The small house had curtains that had been strung with turquoise pearls, the decor resembled something from the Devil Realm, it was simplistic but romantic in style.

    Zhu Wuxin placed the medicine bowl gently on the edge of the table. He saw a mass of snow-white fur covering a rattan lounge chair. The cloak was white and soft, the top and bottom had a white fur trim lining, and behind that fur were a few strands of white hair that almost blended in with the fur trimmed cloak.

    The room was silent with only the slightest movement of the wind.

    The window was only half-open so the mountain breeze shook the beaded curtains lightly. The furnace had been burning for a long time.

    Zhu Wuxin stared at his back, the mental preparation that he had made whilst on his way here was completely shattered. He almost forgot the purpose of this trip, he had only one thing on his mind – what the hell kind of place is this, and is it worthy of his shixiong?

    Zhu Wuxin hadn’t actually seen him sleep much because Jiang Zheliu rarely took rest. His previous level of cultivation was enough for him to last for a long time without sleep.

    This snow cloak was also made by the Devils. Zhu Wuxin stopped at the side of the lounge chair and touched the cloak to take a closer look, he knew that it was made from a valuable material of the Devil Realm. All the doubts that had been building up in his mind so far, were starting to build up even more, he took a hold of the edge of the snow cloak and tugged at it wanting to see if there were any marks or symbols to be found on it, but he was met with some resistance.

    He put on a “I won’t ask anymore about this as long as you come back with me” look and extended his hand towards Jiang Zheliu with a hint of deliberate pity and charity in his tone.

    Jiang Zheliu didn’t want to get angry with him and said calmly, “I have never thought of it like that.”

    This was supposed to be to console him but it made all the bitterness and anger that Zhu Wuxin was suppressing erupt to the surface. Zhu Wuxin’s eyes burned with anger，seemingly not believing that his shixiong did not blame him. His brain was fuzzy and filled with obscure thoughts. In the end, he could only stare into Jiang Zheliu’s pitch-black eyes.

    The bitterness filled the air, like an ascending fog.

    Zhu Wuxin clenched his fists forcefully, closed his eyes for a moment to try to calm his mind, and then opened his eyes to say: “Who is your devil friend?”

    Jiang Zheliu took the bowl of medicine, not wanting to bicker with the little brat, he slowly took a sip of the medicine without speaking.

    But little brats don’t take kindly to being given the cold-shoulder, Zhu Wuxin’s imagination was roaming wild. He could not stand it any longer and snatched the porcelain bowl from the other’s hand, spilling half of the contents all over the floor.

    Zhu Wuxin clasped the other’s shoulders tightly, his emotions were too intense to describe: “Shixiong, tell me，who is taking care of you? We grew up together. After all these years, do you trust an outsider more than me?! You and I have always been so close, it’s impossible that there is a third-wheel! Shixiong, come back with me. There isn’t any one good from the Devil Realm. They are all ruthless and evil and will get you killed sooner or later……”

    Jiang Zheliu’s shoulders ached from his grip and he frowned gently, sighing：“It’s the Junior Lord of the Devil Realm.”

    Zhu Wuxin was stunned: “……Junior Lord?”

    Jiang Zheliu said patiently: “Wen Renye.”

    Zhu Wuxin had only recently learned the change in leadership in the Devil Realm. However, he was not aware that the two had even met before, nor could he have imagined that in such a short period of time, with his shixiong’s cold personality, he would have established such a deep friendship with the Devil Lord!

    Zhu Wuxin had a rush of blood to the head, his chest heaving with anger as he gritted his teeth and said：“Wen Renye? When did you meet him? He’s a nobody, how could he be worth keeping by your side? You……”

    When Zhu Wuxin said this, another possibility suddenly occurred to him, he paused for a moment, then he slowly said：“……Is this shixiong’s plan？”