The door of the main hall gently open, a man with black robes and golden mask enter the room her black hair fluttering behind his back, his move is calm and quiet but every step he takes shaking everyone heart to the core, the Lu Clan members gulped there saliva, there hands trembles and there face cover with thin layer of sweat.
Lu Qian Gong sits on the main seat, his chair is a few steps above the floor make him looks and feel like an emperor, such a delusion for small-minded man. Lu Qian Gong hides his anxiety but his hand trembles under his sleeve, he regrets he has underestimated his power and persistence but most of all his feeling for his woman.
If only Lu Qian Gong humbles himself even just a little bit he should condemn Lu Yao's behavior perhaps disowned her, she's dead afterall so what the used but no…he keep provoking him, thinking he would not waste his resource just for a mere woman, how wrong he is…
