Lu Zhou was puzzled. He studied the old man; the old man's complexion was ruddy and his body looked healthy. After confirming the old man was not a vagrant, he said, "I don't recognize you."
What was even stranger was that the information of the young cultivators had appeared in front of Lu Zhou, but he did not see the old man's information.
"Me?" The old man's eyes lit up. He chuckled and said, "But I know you…"
"Hm?" Lu Zhou felt the old man was very strange. He had always been cautious in order to ensure his survival.
