When Lu Zhou saw the balance of his merit points decreased from more than 100,000 to 1,800, he felt his heart ache. A frightening idea appeared unbidden in his mind at this moment. How great would it be if the seven great sects came and attacked the mountain again? He quickly shook his head, dismissing the idea as soon as it appeared. He did not have the means to repel them if they showed up again. His extraordinary power had not even been fully replenished yet, at the moment. If he were to fight, he reckoned he could not even defeat Zhu Honggong, Old Eighth, now.
Lu Zhou had displayed his Nine-leaf Golden Lotus avatar in front of the seven great sects. Anyone who had a working brain would not recklessly provoke the Evil Sky Pavilion before they were powerful enough.
'Equip,' Lu Zhou thought to himself.
