The Bearing of a Venerable Master

Although Yuan Lang's words were polite, he could not hide the sense of superiority etched deep in his bones. There was a commanding tone when he spoke.

Lu Zhou still could not be bothered to respond. 'Just because you ask me, do I have to answer you? What happens to my pride and dignity then?'

After leaping onto Whitzard's back, Lu Zhou waved his sleeve and said, "Continue north."

"Yes."

Yu Shangrong and Yu Zhenghai returned to Whitzard's side.

Kong Wen and his three brothers looked at Yuan Lang warily before they hurriedly moved behind Whitzard.

Lu Zhou continued ignoring Yuan Lang from the 49 Swordsmen of the Northern Mountain Region and called out in a deep voice, "Sun Mu."

Sun Mu and his four brothers trembled at the same time. "P-pavilion Master…"

"Si Wuya has already reported your matter to me," Lu Zhou said.