Ling Ping'an held Hu Nuonuo's hand as they walked out of the house.
At this time, it was already midnight.
The winter frost shrouded the small mountain village.
The few people at the door, even if they were all transcendent beings, were shivering from the cold.
But when they saw Ling Ping'an come out, they immediately bowed respectfully.
"Young Master..." The few of them lowered their heads in unison.
Ling Ping'an looked at these people and didn't say anything, but he didn't leave either.
After a moment of silence, he said, "The Lu family..."
Lu Wenxiao knelt down as if he had been pardoned and kowtowed, "Young Master!"
"Follow me!" ordered Ling Ping'an.
"Yes!" Lu Wenxiao kowtowed again in ecstasy.
Then, he hurriedly followed behind Ling Ping'an.
Ling Ping'an walked straight ahead and soon arrived at Uncle Zhang's door.
After he knocked on the door, Uncle Zhang's familiar face appeared in front of him.