"Your Excellency, can you spare Tang Lan on my account?" said the person who came.
Zhou Shu looked at this man coldly. "Why should I give you face? Move aside. I may know you, but my sword doesn't."
The man's expression froze. No one had ever dared to speak to him like this.
But he had to endure it. Zhou Shu had this strength.
The master of the Xu Ling Grotto-Heaven had already been defeated by him. If he hadn't rushed over, Tang Lan might have even become the first Grotto-Heaven Master to die at the hands of the human race.
With Zhou Shu's strength, he was already qualified to talk to them as equals.
The man looked at Zhou Shu and said sincerely, "Tang Lan is a Grotto-Heaven Master, and Grotto-Heaven Masters are the pillars of our human race. Any Grotto-Heaven Master is a treasure of our human race.
"Therefore, nothing can happen to Tang Lan."