Lu Yuan nodded with a smile. "That's right, senior. I'm now the same as sister Qinghe. I've joined the night watchmen and can be considered an honorary elder."
The old man stroked his white beard and nodded with a smile. "Not bad, not bad."
The two middle-aged men and the beautiful young woman were also very surprised by Lu Yuan, sizing him up.
"Then we'll have to call you elder Lu. Tsk tsk ... You're so young, you're not even twenty, are you?"
"I turned 20 a few months ago," Lu Yuan said with a smile.
A thin man was a little surprised. "Good fellow, you're already an honorary elder at such a young age. Your cultivation ... Battle King?"
The other man, who was slightly chubby and had a kind smile, exclaimed,
"When we were twenty, we were only battle generals, right? Or a battle supreme?"
"Battle supreme my ass, battle general! You're a battle supreme who broke through at the age of thirty, don't think too highly of yourself."