"The word 'bewitch' sounds very unpleasant. Have you not heard that a master is like a father? You should reflect on yourself," Lu Zhou said. Then, he placed his hands on his back and walked forward, no longer paying attention to Duanmu Dian.
Duanmu Dian sighed.
At this time, Duanmu Sheng walked to Duanmu Dian's side and asked in a low voice, "Then, how should I address you? Old… Old Ancestor?"
"..."
After the barbaric man on the Tulu spoke to the white-clad cultivators, they walked forward before taking off their white bamboo hats one after another. Then, one of them asked, "May I know your name, senior?"
Lu Zhou was inwardly surprised by their politeness. After all, despite their appearances, they were possibly old monsters who had lived longer than him.
"My surname is Lu," Lu Zhou replied.
The white-clad cultivator in the lead frowned slightly as he looked at the barbaric man on the Tulu's back and said, "It doesn't match."
