Apart from the slight stiffening of his body, the young man remained calm.
This exceeded Lu Zhou's expectations.
The young man turned and appraised Lu Zhou. Then, he chuckled softly before he said, "Old man, are you trying to kidnap me?"
Lu Zhou did not deny this. He nodded. "Aren't you afraid?"
"What's there to be afraid of? If you can avoid the patrolling internal elites and arrive at the Ganlu Hall, you must have shocking strength. It's meaningless to be afraid," the young man said, "Old Mister, I won't shout, I'm not foolish. Let's sit."
It was clear the young man was incredibly intelligent.
Lu Zhou waved his hand and sat down. His robes hung loosely on his body, and the wind rustled his white hair. The moon cast its light on him, making him look like a mysterious elite.
"Old Mister… what brings you here to the palace?" the young man asked.
