Zhu Honggong felt awkward. 'Shouldn't both of you decide? Why do I suddenly have to decide?'
"Old Eighth, how's your cultivation base?" Lu Zhou asked.
"Three-leaf…" Zhu Honggong replied sheepishly.
"That's not worth a mention in the Evil Sky Pavilion, but for the people outside, being able to recultivate to the Three-leaf stage is a commendable feat. If you leave, I'm afraid that you'll be missing out on a bright future. If you stay in the Evil Sky Pavilion, your future achievements won't be inferior to mine," Lu Zhou slowly said, "Think carefully about this. I won't stop you."
Zhu Tianyuan. "???" Why did this statement sound a little wrong? Were they not going to let his son decide for himself?
Upon hearing this, Zhu Honggong said, "Master, I don't have a big ambition. All I want is to live a stable and uneventful life."
