Actually, Huangfu Jin had started his seclusion ten years ago.
The reason was simple: it was just too embarrassing.
As the proud sect leader, he was publicly humiliated when a demon flood dragon dropped a massive load on him right in front of everyone.
And that wasn’t all—he also got his head bitten by the Sun-swallowing Dog.
That day really hurt.
Not just his head, but Huangfu Jin’s pride.
Just thinking about the scene was enough to make him feel utterly mortified.
Under such circumstances, Huangfu Jin naturally decided to retreat from public view first, planning to come out only after the incident blew over.
Otherwise, how could he continue to lead the entire sect?
Strangely enough,
Since that day, Huangfu Jin felt extremely unlucky.
He faced setbacks everywhere and was suddenly attacked by inexplicable dangers, catching him completely off guard.
Even those small unlucky events could have ended his life.
This made Huangfu Jin uneasy, yet no matter how much he checked, he found nothing wrong.
So he could only convince himself it was just a streak of bad luck.
Unexpectedly, on the very first day of seclusion, the place where he secluded collapsed.
Thankfully, Huangfu Jin was strong and physically sturdy.
If it had been anyone else, they would have been badly injured.
Standing amid the ruins, Huangfu Jin could only cry in despair.
But fearing others would say he was a reincarnation of a disaster star, he ordered everyone strictly not to speak of the matter.
Thus, the incident did not escalate into a bigger joke.
Now, ten years later,
Huangfu Jin’s luck had finally improved, and presumably everyone had forgotten the incident.
Just as he was considering whether to end his seclusion,
Zhao Jia called for him from the new seclusion place, urging him to wake and come out quickly as there was an important matter to discuss.
This puzzled Huangfu ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Jin.
After confirming with his divine sense that no one was nearby,
He emerged from seclusion and went to Zhao Jia, asking what had happened.
Zhao Jia was genuinely anxious.
Because he hadn’t seen Ye Yu for two years.
His young master seemed bewitched by a succubus, completely staying inside the tower without coming out.
There had been similar long absences before.
At that time, Zhao Jia, worried about Ye Yu’s safety, tried to rush into the tower to look for him.
Upon hearing the noise, Ye Yu immediately appeared and scolded him.
He said he was very safe here and to stop overthinking.
No entering the tower without his order from now on.
Though Zhao Jia agreed verbally, he still worried about Ye Yu’s safety.
After all, if anything happened to the young master, he surely would not survive.
Naturally, he cared deeply.
Now another two years had passed, Zhao Jia had been guarding outside the tower so long he was almost growing hair, yet Ye Yu had still not come out.
So he wanted to see the young master again to confirm his safety.
But afraid of being scolded, he thought of having Huangfu Jin come see them.
“As sect leader, it’s reasonable for you to come check on the elder and disciple, right?”
At Zhao Jia’s earnest request, Huangfu Jin finally came.
He also had official matters to discuss with Pei Chuxia.


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