After all, it felt strange for Lu Qianshan to face someone whom he had been worshipping.
"This is my true appearance," Lu Zhou said. His back was straight and his expression was as calm as always.
Lu Qianshan. "..."
Si Wuya smiled and said, "General Lu, you already know my master's identity. Why bother beating around the bush?"
Lu Qianshan was taken aback; these words made sense
Lu Zhou noticed Lu Qianshan's awkward expression and asked, "Who did you say I look like?"
"Well..." Lu Qianshan hesitated. On second thought, if the Pavilion Master of the Evil Sky Pavilion harbored ill intentions, Lu Li would have died a long time ago. What's more, with Lu Zhou's cultivation base, there was no need for him to waste his breath talking if he truly wanted to act. Finally, he turned toward the entrance and said, "Old Jiang, bring the painting here."
"Understood."
Soon after, the old butler returned to the hall with the painting.
