With this thought, it was hard to restrain.
Lu Bei had gained vast experience from the seven sword cultivators, he was addicted to benefiting from them, and the thought of not being able to do so in the future...
No way.
He couldn't let his seniors suffer.
His basement was large and comfortable, much better than the Iron Mountain Prison. Plus, he himself was a smooth talker. The seven seniors would surely love it once they moved in and would not want to leave.
Out of respect for the seniors, Lu Bei decided to go for it. His own discomfort didn't matter. He couldn't let the seniors suffer.
"Sister Zhan, how are things at Iron Mountain Prison? Have all the people been transferred?"
Lu Bei's face changed as he warned, "The Imperial Sect is coming fiercely. The three Elders are trapped in a fierce battle and cannot leave. If the Imperial Sect plans to fish in troubled waters, how will they withstand it at the prison?"
