"Shall we talk?"
A voice came from outside, reaching Lu Ming's ears.
It was Jiu Han.
Lu Ming nodded slightly, "Sure, let's talk."
As he spoke, he proactively opened the restrictions of the manor. Jiu Han and Bai Zhe walked into Lu Ming's manor.
Beside the two of them was a yellow blurry ball of air, and Lu Ming quickly recognized it as the demonic qi clone of the Desolate Demon Lord.
With a wave of his hand, four round stools and a round table appeared on the open ground.
"Teacher, please sit, and two Seniors, please sit."
After inviting everyone to take a seat, Lu Ming sat down.
The few of them looked at each other and were silent for a long time.
…
Lu Ming was waiting for Jiu Han and the others to speak.
However, Jiu Han and the others did not know where to start.
Things had developed too quickly.
It was so fast that they could not react.
