Like Meeting an Old Friend

Duan Xing seemed like he had expected this. He replied immediately, "You called, old senior? I'm here. I will climb a mountain of blades or dive into a sea of flames. All you need to do is say the word."

"Take him away."

Clang!

Lu Zhou waved his sleeve. A blast of wind opened the door. He walked out with his hands on his back. He called out to his mount softly, "Whitzard."

Whitzard arrived on the clouds and slowly landed in the courtyard.

Lu Zhou glanced at the sun. It was high noon. It was almost time as well.

At this time, Duan Xing suddenly asked, stammering, "Old… O-old senior, who should I take away?"

Yu Shangrong walked out of the room. His posture and bearing made it clear that he would not be touched. He emitted an air that kept everyone at arm's length.

Duan Xing, naturally, did not dare to get close to Yu Shangrong.

Lu Zhou turned around and asked, "Are you afraid?"