"Pinch me!" Jian Bing said. Then, he cried out, "Ouch! Old Yan, can't you a be little gentler?"
Shock soon overcame the pain. Then, Jian Bing looked at Lu Zhou, whose aura was like that of a ruler, with an expression of awe and excitement.
Thump!
Jian Bing fell to his knees and said loudly, "Thank you, Lord Unholy One, for your blessing!"
"???"
'Why is he so passionate?'
Yan Guichen said, filled with praise, "Cult Master is indeed the wisest! If only I was as wise as Cult Master back then. If Du Chun was even half as wise Cult Master, he wouldn't have died. To think the Cult Master is so devout. As expected of the Unholy One's number one followed!"
"..."
Unbeknownst to them, Jian Bing's back was drenched in cold sweat. When he prostrated himself on the ground, he could hear his heart drumming loudly. After a while, he said, "Let's all worship the Unholy One!"
