All of the members of the Black Tower Council did not dare to breathe loudly at all; they did not even dare to look at each other.
Lu Si's face was drenched in sweat, and his hand trembled from nervousness.
Lu Zhou did not pay attention to the others. Instead, he turned around and called out tonelessly, "Old Eighth."
Zhu Honggong shivered. He hurriedly said, "As it turns out, master decided to grace us with his presence. Master, your disguise earlier is flawless! It's impossible to see through; that's how perfect it is! M-master… master, I know my mistakes!" He kowtowed again.
Lu Zhou said indifferently, "You're really amazing; you have no regard for me at all…"
"No, no, no, there's no such thing! Master, your disguise is perfect beyond words. My cultivation is shallow so it's impossible for me to see through your disguise. Even if I'm boosted with all the courage in the world, I still don't dare to disregard master!"
