Lu Zhao shattered that arm.
Lu He and the others were so terrified that their faces turned pale. They hadn't anticipated Lu Zhao's prowess in combat.
Lu Zhao calmly straightened his clothes and removed the wrinkles. Without raising his head, he said, "Grandpa, you mentioned discussing matters with Luo Ying and me, but you never mentioned resorting to violence."
Old Master Lu was so infuriated that he trembled and suffered another violent bout of coughing.
Even Lu Zhao was taken aback. It had only been half a year since their last meeting, yet the old master's health had deteriorated to such an extent.
"You rascal! Answer me this, why did you kill Lu Wen?" Old Master Lu questioned him.
"Grandpa, there seems to be a misunderstanding. I didn't intend to kill Lu Wen; he wanted to kill me. I accidentally injured him in self-defense. See, my arm is injured as well," Lu Zhao pointed to his wounded shoulder.
