Dawn.
A spirited Lu Bei stepped out of the tent, taking We Shu with him to bid farewell to Pan Qingsheng at the entrance of the secret realm.
Along the way, the disciples of the Looking Sword Pavilion were ready for battle, and an invisible sense of solemn killing intent was present in the air.
"Junior Brother, you're a hard man to find!"
Lu Bei walked forward and greeted Pan Qingsheng respectfully. Without waiting for Pan Qingsheng to respond, he pulled him aside and whispered, "What's going on? Why is the Pavilion on such high alert? Has the Imperial Sect not gotten what they wanted and now plan to raid the mountain by force?"
As he spoke, Lu Bei was eager for the action. He was in need of many things, but most of all, experience. If he could take advantage of the chaos to gain some experience, it would be an excellent opportunity.
"No, you're overthinking, elder brother."
