For some reason, Lan Xihe could not help but feel that she had lost control in her own territory. Lu Zhou's imposing manner seemed to dominate the scene. Nonetheless, she was not angry. Instead, she was inwardly jumping for joy. Her previous indecisiveness had completely disappeared at this moment.
Luo Xiu was puzzled. Who was the Hall Master of Xihe Hall exactly? Who was this person who suddenly appeared, and why was he so aggressive and unreasonable? Finally, he asked in return, "What if I refuse to answer?"
As soon as Luo Xiu's voice fell, Lu Zhou flashed, leaving an afterimage in his wake, before he struck Luo Xiu with his palm.
Boom!
Luo Xiu was shocked and instinctively raised his hand to defend himself. Alas, he did not expect Lu Zhou's palm strike to defy space and time, hitting his shoulder.
Luo Xiu leaned back 30 degrees and slid back. When he reached the threshold of the hall, he suddenly stopped and froze. He felt pain in his shoulder.
