Lu Zhou showed no remorse when he looked at the charred ground. He nodded inwardly. Now that Ye Liuyun had been reduced to ashes, even if the ancestor of witchcraft came, he would not be able to resurrect Ye Liuyun. Following that, he turned and walked toward Ying Zhao. When he came to a stop in front of Ying Zhao, he sized it up for a moment. Based on his previous plan, he would kill it and be done with it. However, his interest had been piqued by Ying Zhao's high intelligence. If he could make it into his mount, it would be great. However, the problem was Ying Zhao was too recognizable and would inspire covetous thoughts and greed in others. It would not be a problem if he used it, but it would be troublesome if his disciples were to use it.
Ying Zhao looked at Lu Zhou warily and took a few steps back.
Lu Zhou nodded. He would subdue it first. Perhaps, he could change its appearance by cutting its hair and dyeing it a different color!
