"Hahaha, old Lu, you're not dead yet," a rough voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone looked over and saw a man Walking in the Air and landing in between Li Tian and the Lu family. The other party was dressed in an ordinary-looking coat, and his hair was disheveled. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary old man.
The old man laughed and waved his hand, and the pressure that shrouded the world dispersed like mist.
Everyone's eyes turned cold, not daring to underestimate this old man at all.
"Old man Zhuo, you're not dead either." The voice of the person in the palanquin was so cold that it seemed to come from the netherworld, sending chills down one's spine.
"Of course I'm not dead. I'm living a Good Life, eating, drinking, and sleeping well. I don't want to hide like a ghost."
When the crowd heard the conversation between the two, they immediately guessed the identity of the old man who had just arrived.
"He's the Zhuo family's patriarch!"
