"...It was a gift from my master... He went away on a journey... But he comes back to see me every three years. On the fifteenth of next month, he should be back..." Xiye, whose hand was tightly grasped by Wu Qichen, wore a flickering expression on his face. He hated Wu Qichen's violent gaze, and he hated the icy temperature of his palm, but seeing the trace of longing hidden deep within those eyes, he finally revealed the origins of the Soul-Stealing Whip.
Wu Xingtian—that was his master's name.
Although the knowledge his master imparted to him somewhat exceeded his understanding of this world, he had never once thought of investigating him, let alone connecting that strange old man—who was sometimes gentle and sometimes gloomy—with the Netherworld King Wu Qichen.
Chapter 169