Chapter 68 - The Elite from the Palace
Chapter 68 The Elite from the Palace
After the incident at the holy altar, Lu Zhou was exhausted. However, his mind was still working overtime. He called up the system console.
Name: Lu Zhou
Race: Human
Cultivation Base: Sense Condensing realm, Qi Refining and Soul Forming stage
Merit Points: 4,490
Avatar: Three Condensing Flowers
Remaining Life: 5,804 days
“Whose orders?” Lu Zhou asked curtly.
“Well…” Zhao Shuo hesitated for a moment before he said, “I’m not too sure about that. However, that person is an elite from the palace with a profound cultivation base. He came with a decree so I have no choice but to obey.”
Lu Zhou had a clear grasp of the situation now. He said coldly, “If he wants the royal token, tell him to come here himself.”
“Old Mister, why must there be a need for that? I know you must have an extraordinary cultivation base but to offend a high-ranking person from the palace is…”
Lu Zhou did not let Zhao Shuo finish his sentence. He rose to his feet slowly as he placed one hand on his back while he stroked his beard.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Shuo assumed Lu Zhou agreed with his words. A pleased expression could be seen on his face at this moment.
Lu Zhou waved his hand dismissively and said, “Send them away.”
“…” Zhao Shuo wanted to say something to persuade Lu Zhou.
However, Little Yuan’er who was standing at the side waved her small fist and said menacingly, “Beat it!”
‘This young girl… is really feisty! Why is she so different from her grandfather? This is no way for a young girl to behave! No, wait, the Old Mister is an eccentric person as well.’ Zhao Shuo shook his head helplessly. He could only retreat from the room.
Zhao Shuo had barely stepped out of the room when Lu Zhou suddenly asked him a question. “Who sent Zhuo Ping?”
Zhao Shuo was shocked. He turned to look at the innkeeper, who was waiting outside, but did not answer.
At this moment, a man with a long sword standing downstairs said with a smile, “Naturally, it’s someone from the palace… Old Mister, we meet again!”
Although Lu Zhou could not see the person who had spoken, he recognized the person’s voice. It was none other than the person who loved swords to the bones and valued swords as much as his life, Jiang Aijian.