"Sometimes, I can hardly tell who I am anymore. Am I Wu Lu from Bi Luo Cave, Nanchenzi from Fengshan Temple, or Luo Yao from the Fire Yuan Sect? Every so often, I have to practice different techniques in the disciples' quarters of various sects, never daring to relax for a moment, fearing that my Concealment Technique might fail and I’d be discovered," Wu Lu said with a bitter smile.

"I've had enough, Brother Yuan, really had enough. All these years, the only person I can call a friend is you. Heh, let me be honest with you. Do you remember when we were beast slaves in the Great Mountain Range, and you found me suffering from the aftereffects of the Concealment Technique? I wanted to kill you then, just like I did with anyone who discovered me while I was undercover. But when I tried to use the Fire Pattern Iron to lower your guard, you told me you saved people not for repayment."

Wu Lu pointed at Yuan Ming and suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard he bent over, before continuing:

"Tell me, how can there be such a foolish person? Clearly captured just like the rest of us, with lost memories, seeing no hope or future, only being strung along by false promises, enduring the torment as a beast slave, yet still holding onto a shred of kindness, willing to save a stranger without expecting anything in return. Such a person doesn't need my hand to kill; they could easily die in the mouth of some demonic beast any day."