"Is it really just a little?"
Liang Cheng looked at Lu Xuan with some suspicion. Why did it feel like this "little" was a long distance away?
Junling Mountain Range!
A pair of feet stepped on the lush green grass, with morning dew on the grass splashing to the ground.
The person arriving was precisely Lu Xuan.
Ever since learning from the bandit's mouth that they had a master, Lu Xuan felt like he had a thorn in his throat.
So, early the next morning, he rushed to the Junling Mountain Range to verify if what the bandit said was true.
If it was true, then he couldn't be blamed.
He absolutely wouldn't let anyone who had designs on the Lu Family survive in this world.
Lu Xuan gazed indifferently at the continuous rolling mountains ahead, recalling the precise location the dying bandit had revealed.
Without further thought, Lu Xuan mobilized his inner Qi, moving like a shadow, disappearing into the mountains.
