"Stand up and speak," Lu Zhou said.
The members of the Evil Sky Pavilion rose to their feet.
When Zhu Honggong rose to his feet, Lu Zhou frowned slightly. "Did I allow you to stand?"
Zhu Honggong shuddered and hastily said, "I'm just adjusting my position… Here… You can see better if I move here. Can you see how sincere I am?" As he spoke, he began to prostrate himself on the ground again.
"…" Yu Zhenghai covered his eyes. They had been building up a glorious image in the red lotus domain for such a long time. To the people of the red lotus domain, the Evil Sky Pavilion was a lofty force not to be taken lightly. All of them were worthy of being worshipped by others. With Old Eighth's antics, he had completely destroyed that lofty image.
Nevertheless, Yao Qingquan was shocked. The Evil Sky Pavilion disciples, all elites in their own right, were so respectful and reverent toward Lu Zhou. It was apparent that Lu Zhou had a high status and prestige.
