It was all rather absurd, to be honest.
From start to finish, Lü Yang had only wanted a single strand of Shen Metal. Yet, because of it, he had been swept up into the schemes of who knows how many Perfected Lords.
'It was the same in my Previous Life when I sought the Yin Wood.'
He had inexplicably fallen for Ang Xiao's Veil of the Trees and been played for a fool, schemed against alongside that Summon. Just thinking about it now was enough to bring a flood of bitter tears.
At this point, he couldn't even be bothered to curse.
But thankfully, his suffering was finally about to pay off. With a great war between the Perfected Lords imminent, no one had time to bother with him. 'If I don't slip away now, when will I?'
