"Haha..." Li Mubai laughed uproariously, striding proudly toward the Lus.
At the entrance, dozens of the Lu experts stepped aside to clear a path, each one bowing their heads and bending their bodies.
Every one of them gripped their fists tightly, holding back a surge of anger, veins bulging over their bodies, daring to be angry but not to speak.
Not until Li Mubai had gone.
"Family Head, how can we recognize such a person as our master?"
"Indeed, how could someone so young possess any real ability? The world has only one Young Grandmaster!"
"Family Head, we must not tarnish the century-old reputation of the Lus."
The crowd was indignant.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Lu Shujie shook his head, his face pale, and said, "How could I not understand this truth? However, the Lus are no longer the clan of the past. If we do not bow, we can only face death. I don't even have the strength to kill him, so who can?"
